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What do you write when asked to write about the most influential moment of your life? I was sitting in a kitchen chair, staring at an empty sheet of lined writing paper, and pondered that very question. How should I describe what had happened in the factory just two weeks ago? On a routine night shift, I had had my first encounter with a werewolf, a creature I hadn't believed was real, and it had been special in every way imaginable. Of all people, it had been my coworker and supervisor James who had turned into the towering beast, or at least that's what I believed, and everyone else seemed to agree, my boss, the police, and the physician that patched me up afterwards.

Honestly, I wasn't even sure what exactly they wanted me to write about the encounter. I had already told the police and the doc everything I could remember in as much detail as I could. Besides, the consequences of the incident had been so obvious. My body had been covered in saliva, I had smelled like a wet dog, and had been left with my asshole agape and leaking as well as a whole belly full of cum. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. As weird as it sounded, I had been fucked by a huge, toothy monster, which was in any case better than being mauled by one. Unsurprisingly, it was also something I really didn't want any other people to read, especially that strange, self-proclaimed werewolf researcher the police had sent my way. That man had been impudently inquisitive and hostile, treating me as if I had been tainted by the plague while suggesting to use me as a living decoy to catch the roaming, rampant werewolf.

The longer I talked with the researcher, the more I sensed his deep-rooted hatred for werewolves and his nearly maniacal desire to wipe them out. He painted them as demonic creatures from hell, vile monstrosities out for blood and murder, while I had come to know the werewolf as a feral and horny creature, even strangely passionate, but not at all evil. Of course, writing about my experience might help others understand that the werewolf wasn't a complete monster, but I sadly felt like I was only fueling the researcher's burning rage and made it even more likely for him to find and kill James. A notion that stirred a spirited opposition inside me. No matter what had happened between me and him in his werewolf form, it in no way justified his death, and I wouldn't do anything that could lead toward it.

I sighed and put the pen down, delaying the report for another day. I had never asked for any of this to happen and I would rather forget about it entirely. After all, I would never see James again. I would never meet another werewolf. So why dwell on a wet, hazy memory? For one thing, because that impertinent researcher wouldn't let my memories rest. Tomorrow, like every day so far, he would call me again and pester me with another rant. For another, because my own mind wouldn't grant me much rest either. To this day, my nights were filled with countless wet dreams of big, hairy monsters.

Fortunately, the ringing of the doorbell tore me out of my disturbing thoughts and distracted my spinning mind. It was likely the mailman waiting for me with a package I had ordered days ago. It should've been here yesterday!

Tip-toeing to the door, I peered through the spyhole, only to immediately jump back in shock. What at first looked like a secret agent in a black hat, trench coat, and sunglasses turned out to be my former coworker James. I recognized him by the short stubble and the scar on the cheek. My heart started to pound in my chest as I tried to figure out my next move. He was the one person I had been sure I would never see again in my entire life. He had no reason to be here! At least he wasn't in his werewolf shape at the moment, so he shouldn't be too dangerous, right? And after everything that had happened, I was also quite curious about what he wanted from me. I locked the door chain, pushed down the handle, and opened the front door just a crack.

"James, is that you? What are you doing here?"

The disguised man turned toward me and pulled down his sunglasses, revealing familiar dark brown eyes. Yes, it was really him. "I'm here to warn you, Max," he whispered urgently. "I really need to come in. May I?"

A warning? My curiosity mounted and my heart raced even faster, so I unlocked the door chain and opened the door a little further, enough for him to slip through. Not even a second in my home, for the first time ever, he already darted through the building as if he owned the place. I ran after him, "Wait! Where are you going?" He shot me a glare and hushed me with a hiss before continuing to wander through my home. His head turned from side to side as he silently scanned my interior. Only once he had toured the entire first floor, he calmed down and took a seat at the dining table, doffing his hat to reveal a mess of curly black hair.

"What did you just do? What do you need to warn me about?" I blurted out, sitting down next to him. "Just, why are you here?"

James pointed at the walls and explained, "I had to make sure that they didn't bug your house. They are looking for me because I'm a werewolf. You do know that I'm a werewolf, right? Right. That's the reason why I'm here, to warn you."

"Warn me that you're a werewolf? And who are they?"

"You've met one of them already. A guy who calls himself a werewolf researcher. Exterminator would be a more fitting term, but that's beside the point. As long as you don't tell them anything, you're in the clear and don't have to worry a thing," he murmured ominously. "Unfortunately, there is something else you do need to worry about. Today is a full moon, so I'm going to change into my other form as the sun sets, and my feral self is imprinted on your scent, Max."

A cold shiver ran down my spine and fear filled me from head to toe. Apparently, the werewolf thing was a much larger deal than I thought, and I was about to get sucked into the whole mess without having any idea what was waiting for me on the other side. Why couldn't there be an undo button for everything? If I had just not been working on that one fateful night, I wouldn't have to deal with any of this. "Okay, don't worry, I won't tell a thing. I really don't want to have anything to do with this."

"That's what I thought you would say. But still, I know that you're curious. It's in the human nature to be curious. But please, don't give in to this curiosity if you value your life!"

This was getting more ominous and worrying by the second, and he hadn't even told me about the other part yet. "Imprinted? What do you mean?"

"Let me begin with a brief summary of werewolf reproduction. Trust me, you want to know this if you want to understand."

"Don't werewolves reproduce by biting people?"

"What? No, that's a common misconception. Biting people happens for different reasons. We actually reproduce like humans or any other mammal. Don't have to tell you how that works in general, do I?" James elaborated with a smirk, waiting until I shook my head. "Well, in our case, it's the circumstances that matter. Every so often, a werewolf male goes into a primal heat in which he seeks out a mate and imprints on their scent. Their mate could be another werewolf, a werewolf in human shape, or just an ordinary human, it all works. Mating happens, fertilization probably happens, and everything takes its natural course. However, if fertilization fails on the first encounter, the male will revisit the mate he imprinted on and try again and again until it works."

"Okay, that's definitely something I didn't know, but what does it have to do with me? I'm a man. I can't be fertilized," I interjected.

James's head turned and he shot me a toothy grin, looking as close to a werewolf as he could in his human form. "And that's the issue. Once in a blue moon, a werewolf male imprints on the wrong gender. Now, can you guess what happened back at the factory?"

My eyes widened and I wheezed loudly as the pieces of this puzzle finally came together. "Y-you mean you see me as your mate? B-but, if you can't knock me up, for reasons, does that mean..."

"Yes, that's correct. Once I transform later today, my feral self will look for you and when I find you, I will try to mate with you again. It will never work, but I'll never stop trying and each time will be just like our first encounter, if not worse. That's why I'm here to warn you. Get in your car and drive away, just for tonight, so you don't have to relive this nightmare," he directed me before looking at me ruefully. "Max, just so you know, I never wanted any of this to happen. The first time was an unfortunate accident that sadly can't be undone. I'm deeply sorry and I can only ask you to forgive me."

"Don't worry, I forgive you," I shot out with no hesitation.

"Really? You mean... just like that?"

I nodded vigorously. Maybe I was looking at my memories through rose-tinted glasses, maybe the researcher's hostile attitude had boosted my inclination to forgive. Also, our first encounter definitely hadn't been the nightmare he claimed it to be, but rather an unexpected, strange yet ultimately fulfilling wet dream. One I had sought to suppress, not because it made me uncomfortable, but because nothing could compare to it, for better or worse, and because it was something I thought could never happen again. That certainty had just cracked with James's return. Now, there was a chance to relive the experience, and part of me didn't want to let it pass, urging me to make those dreams come true again.

"Yes, it was scary at first, but you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. If I had the choice, I would do it again in a heartbeat."

My revelation surprised him, even left him speechless for a moment. "That... that's good to hear. However, I'd still urge you to leave before the night falls. Get in your car and drive as far away as you can."

"But... I don't want to go. Tell me, what will happen if I stay?"

James sighed and rolled his eyes, but maintained a strained smile. "Well, regardless of whether you leave or stay, I'll visit your home because that's where your scent guides me. Then I'll unhinge the door and turn everything you own on its head while I piss in all four corners. With so much wolf blood in my veins, the marking instinct is just too strong," he clarified. "If you stay, I'll satisfy my urges with your body. If you don't stay, I'll slip into a betrayed rage and cause some serious damage. That's why you might wanna take your most valued possessions with you."

"In that case, I'll stay. I'd rather have you wreck my ass than my home."

"Oh, I also forgot to mention that they will most likely consider you a werewolf sympathizer if you stay. You don't want that to happen, do you? You'll have to leave and go into hiding, just like me. You'll lose everything."

A new wave of existential dread came over me, hit even harder than the last one. I realized that if I let him go, I wouldn't just lose my only chance to get screwed by a werewolf again, but I would also be blind and vulnerable while dealing with forces I couldn't comprehend. "But what else is there to lose? I've got a dull job that got infinitely duller since you vanished, I got a shed in the woods, and I've got a bunch of knives to keep me company," I objected. "And you're right, I'm a human and I'm curious. Heck, I want to know more about werewolves and about them, even though it'll probably get me killed. If I could, I would turn back time or purge my memories, but I can't. I'm part of this fucking business whether I like it or not, and you're currently the only one who can help me. So yes, I will stay because you might take me with you afterwards."

My determination stunned the werewolf even more. He recoiled and stared at me as if I were possessed. But soon, his surprise turned to understanding and he nodded pensively. "You're probably right. Things have been set into motion that can't be undone, and I would love to return back to that night and tell my forgetful self to wear that stupid talisman."

"Your talisman?"

James pulled a silver necklace out of his collar and dangled it in front of my face. "It doesn't take a full moon to transform a werewolf. Sometimes, the transformation happens just because. While nothing can stop a transformation during a full moon, a silver talisman is enough to fight all other occurrences. If you wear it on or close to your body, that is," he grunted. "And I forgot to wear it once and it bit me in the ass. Anyway, I'm giving you one additional choice. You can also get in my car, come with me, and stay with me for what might be the rest of your life. I'll promise to help you as much as I can, but in that case you'll also be stuck with a very horny werewolf forever."

I would've loved there to be another, less life-changing option, but no matter how hard I tried to think of one, there was nothing other than uncertainty and danger. However, once I accepted that the options he had presented me were all the options I had, the decision became all the easier. I wanted to know, and I would only know if I went with him. Besides, what he called a drawback -- being stuck with a randy werewolf -- sounded very much like a benefit to me. My final decision slipped over my lips without any further hesitation, "I want to come with you, James. I need to know. And I want to feel a werewolf inside me again, too."

"Very well. I can't say I'm unhappy about your choice. Now, since you'll probably never come back again, I'll give you a moment to pack your things. Take whatever you need and fits into a case. Just treat it like the longest vacation you've ever taken. I'll be waiting for you in the car," James responded with a curt nod. "Remember, you can still change your mind until you're in my car." Then he put his black sunglasses and hat back on, got up, and gave me an encouraging smile before leaving through the front door.

Invigorated by a strange energy, I danced through my home and stuffed clothes, bedclothes, cooking ware, commemorative items, what little valuables I owned, and my knife collection in every container I could find, suitcases, baskets, and cardboard boxes. About an hour passed before I had packed everything that fit, leaving the drawers and doors of the cupboards, cabinets, wardrobe, and dresser wide open and empty. For some reason, the thought of giving up my home to venture into the unknown with my former colleague felt more freeing than intimidating. My life had never been so uncertain, and yet I was bursting with excitement because for the first time ever, I was breaking out of the daily slog and embarking on an adventure. It hadn't been by choice, but what in my life had ever really been my choice?

I stepped outside and walked over to James's silver pickup truck. It was quite a monster compared to my city car, with high suspension and a mud-covered chassis, clearly designed and used for off-road operations. He opened the driver's door and told me to load my fragile stuff onto the backseats while he stowed everything else in the truck bed. With combined forces, we took care of all my possessions, and finally, it was time for me to say goodbye to the small bungalow in the woods that had served as my home for several years. I felt a sting in my heart and a lump in my throat as I went to close the door for the last time. I didn't even dare enter it, lest the pain of parting become even worse than it already was. One final time, doubts stirred in my mind, making me pause and ponder my decisions as I stood in the doorway with the keys in my hand. However, no matter how I looked at it, I had to leave sooner or later, with James or without him.

"You coming, Max? We've got quite a ride ahead of us and I really want to get home before dusk."

Letting loose a deep sigh, I closed the door and turned the key. My past lay behind me whether I liked it or not, and I had made my choice. I didn't want to run away and hide from James or his pursuers, living in eternal uncertainty and ignorance. I wanted to know and face the burden that fate had unjustly imposed on me. Summoning all my willpower, I turned my back on the building and my car and slowly walked toward the open passenger door of James's truck. I somberly climbed up, sat down next to him, and closed the door, sealing my fate.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," I replied in tears. It was a blatant lie, but enough to convince him. Without any further comment, we drove off the front yard and turned onto the narrow gravel road, away from the city, away from civilization, and ever deeper into the forest.

I closed my eyes so I didn't have to watch the familiar surroundings turn foreign as we left, and I didn't open them again until minutes later, still too distraught to say a word. James was just as tight-lipped, his eyes fixed on the uneven road as he sped through the woods at a harrowing pace. Looking at the horizon, I knew why he drove so fast. The sun was about to set, the day ending in perhaps an hour or so, and the moment it set -- if his claim was to believed -- his transformation would begin. Hopefully, it wasn't too far to our destination.

The ride became even more unpleasant and shaky as he suddenly veered off-road and drove right into the bushes. An uneasy squeak escaped my throat and I clutched my knees, sweating blood as he raced through the undergrowth, following a faint path meandering through the trees and boulders. He didn't slow for another fifteen minutes until we reached an abandoned, overgrown quarry, a dirty gray dent in the middle of lush nature, where he finally came to a stop. "We're here, Max. But we're also running out of time fast, so take what you really need and follow me. We'll take care of the rest tomorrow," he urged me and jumped out of the truck, his forehead sweaty and his breathing hasty. Nodding, I grabbed the suitcase with my valuables and hurried after him.

It appeared as if the werewolf had constructed his own self-sufficient base in the dysfunctional quarry, seizing the benefits of a man-made structure far away from civilization. A generator, a few solar panels, and a technical array were scattered about the quarry's rocky cliff, along with a tool shed and a few storage containers. It wasn't pretty, but functional. His home, however, was another matter altogether. It took me a moment to spot his treehouse, which was nestled among the tops of what must've been the oldest trees in the entire forest. The building was a conglomeration of wooden units, hidden by a veil of fluttering leaves, affixed to trunks that were thicker than I was tall, and interconnected by roofed bridges. Only a single ladder and a pulley connected the living space to the ground.

As I got closer, I realized how large the treehouse actually was, clearly designed for a creature of superhuman size. Behind the open door, I was greeted by a vast and bright wooden interior. The tree's trunk went right through the middle of the hexagonal room, subdividing the open space into three smaller sections, each fully furnished and serving its own function. There was the entrance area with a large clothes rack, a kitchen with a large stove and a fridge to the left, and a living space with a sturdy rug and an old gray sofa to the right. As if the sight wasn't already enough, I was hit in the face by an exotic mixture of scents, dominated by a potent musk that stirred latent memories. Images of the night in the factory surfaced and I was reminded of my first encounter with the transformed werewolf.

While I absorbed the sight and smells of my impressive new home, my host was busy shedding his black attire. However, he didn't stop after he stowing his glasses, hat, and trench coat. Without hesitation, James took off his shirt, undid his pants, threw his socks into the corner, and pulled down his briefs. Only when he was stark naked, he turned around and gave me a slightly stressed grin.

"Did you just... fully undress? Why?" I wondered aloud, examining his nude body with stunned fascination. His tan skin, ample black body hair, and well-toned physique already made him look a bit like a werewolf, and I couldn't help but peek at his private assets. James wasn't just strong, he was also quite well-endowed, but I knew that this was nothing compared to his bestial form.

"First of all, I'm about to transform and I'm not exactly keen on losing a whole set of clothes during the process," he laughed. "Second, it's my home and my rules. I tend to go about my business naked because I like the feel of it, but don't worry, I don't expect you to do the same."

I joined his laughter with a nervous chuckle. That would definitely make things more interesting.

James dropped his talisman before he approached me, his expression turning serious again. "Alright, I might have another minute or so. There's a lot worth knowing about werewolves, but I'll keep it to the essentials so you know how to deal with the raging mountain of muscle I'm about to turn into. First rule, stay in the treehouse. If you want to watch me transform -- and I know you do because you're curious -- you can do it from up here. It'll be bloody, it'll be harrowing, and it'll be vicious, but most of all, I won't have any control over myself."

I swallowed timidly and instinctively took a step back, eliciting another laugh from him. "How bad will it be?"

"I honestly can't tell you. My brain suppresses most memories of the process, but I know for sure that it isn't a jolly joyride. That being said, things get really dangerous once I'm done transforming. Without help, I'll spend an hour or so in a wild rage, and now that you're around, I'll immediately pick up your scent and hunt you down to mate," he grunted, his explanations sending a cold shiver down my spine. "But there's a way to snap me out of it: Conundrum."

"Conundrum?"

"It's a safeword that helps me come back to my senses. Again, the word is conundrum, you'd better remember it well."

"And how do I use it?"

"How do you use the safeword? By saying it. As soon as the transformation seems to be over, you yell conundrum at me. When I'm going up the ladder, you yell conundrum at me again. When I grab you, you scream conundrum as if your life depends on it... " A gruff snarl interrupted his explanation, his face twisting into a grimace as he stared past me at the setting sun.

"Are you okay?" I blurted out. "What happens if it doesn't work?"

"Shit, it's beginning," he huffed. "Don't worry, it will work eventually and save you a lot of pain and trouble..." It felt like he wanted to tell me more, but another guttural growl interrupted him. He already sounded more like a beast than a man. With shivering hands, James turned and stumbled out the door. I nervously followed him, reaching the railing as he was already climbing down the ladder.

Seized by another spasm, James lost his footing and fell down the remaining half, hitting the forest floor with a loud thud and a crack. I reflexively groaned and grimaced as I watched him lie on the floor, probably with several broken bones and unable to move. My first thought was to climb down and help him, but then I remembered his warnings and stopped myself from doing something insanely stupid. Instead, I peered over the wooden railings and anxiously awaited what would happen next.

After almost a minute of motionless groaning and whimpering, his body began to move again. Controlled by unseen forces, it jerked up and around as if a child had attached a hook to his neck and was pulling him around. His limbs flailed aimlessly and his face had turned into a harrowed grimace, eyes wide and mouth wide open, and yet, barely a whimper escaped his lungs as he was thrown around, breaking through branches and smacking against trunks with unsettling force. I was glad that I had heeded his suggestion and stayed in the treehouse but also chilled to the bone. The thought that this happened at least once a month was truly unsettling, and this had only been the beginning.

Soon, the unnatural powers halted their erratic thrashing and literally got under his skin. James was left lying on his back, arms and legs spread apart as he gazed into nothingness. Initially, I thought that the process had stopped, but then I saw the ripples on his skin, traveling up and down, lashing from side to side. The twisting, contorting bulges rapidly grew from shallow goosebumps to waves of flesh that mercilessly stirred and shifted his insides, reducing his bones to dust in a crackling gruesomely reminiscent of fireworks. All his superficial features were jumbled and blurred, and his face's fate was by far the most unsettling to witness. His nose collapsed into his skull while his eye holes and mouth melted together, turning the oh-so-expressive facial features into a blank, trembling skin canvas and snuffing his remaining bit of voice. While his face was literally eradicated as if by a giant eraser, other features were born with brutal might. His toes and fingers had merged together to form a round, shapeless stump, and now, sharp black claws emerged from the malleable, fluid depths and burst through the skin.

I was nauseated by the horrific breakdown into little more than a hairy, big doll with stubby, clay-like appendages. Taut, billowing skin stretched across a churning mass of life, but the sight was too unique and morbidly enticing to look away. Slowly, the mass gained weight, spreading over the forest floor and adopting a new shape. The arms and legs grew longer and stronger than before and were joined by a whole new appendage, a yet furless tail protruding and growing from his back and reforming spine. The curly black hair that covered most of his skin expanded over his whole body, becoming denser and longer until it looked like a wolf's pelt. Up top, his featureless head distended as he grew a long muzzle, and bit by bit, the shifting skin caved in and broke open to reveal his new facial features. A glistening black canine nose emerged atop a toothy, grinning maw, a broad, pink tongue darted out of the pristine depths, hungering for freedom, and finally, his eyes were revealed, shining in an intense yellow, a sight that instantly threw me back two weeks to our first encounter.

Not even a second after the werewolf had regained his eyesight, his gaze flicked to me and he froze me with a fiery glare. He maintained piercing eye contact as his transformation neared completion and applied the finishing touches to his massive body: A pair of pointy, furry ears, a pair of heavy breeding orbs, and a grand sheath with a hint of red poking out. Once James regained control over his body, he greeted me and the wilderness with a thundering howl. Primal and savage, it struck fear into my heart and reflexively made me recoil. Following his vocal outburst, he inhaled and sucked in the earthy, sweet, foul, and ligneous smells of the forest, and inevitably, the scent of his mate -- of me. A vibrant shiver coursed through the creature's body as it sniffed the air with increasing vigor. His rapidly emerging and inflating prick, at least a foot worth of fat cock meat, told me exactly what was going on in his brain. He was angry and horny, ready to destroy everything with a seething rage.

Finally, my paralysis broke and I remembered to use the safeword he had told me. "Conundrum!" I couldn't muster more than an anxious shriek. For just a moment, it seemed to reach him because he paused and perked his ears. But he just as quickly dismissed my cry and rushed on toward the ladder.

"Conundrum!" I cried again, stumbling backward and tripping over the doorstep. This time, he didn't stop or acknowledge my outcry whatsoever, rapidly closing in. The wooden ladder creaked and groaned under the weight, and his heated huffs filled my ears and my heart. It wasn't working! Had James lied to me? Would he tear me apart?

The beast's wolfish face emerged at the edge of the treehouse and he whined with randy joy as he spotted his prey. With one last pull, he hauled himself onto the wooden platform and right in front of me. "C-C-C..." My voice failed me as I attempted to use his stupidly long and complicated safeword. But what did it help using it again when he didn't listen anyway? While I struggled, the werewolf hunched over me and picked me up with a single swipe, roaring triumphantly as he pressed me against his heaving, rumbling chest.

"Conundrum!" It burst out of me, fueled by sheer desperation. The third time seemed to be the charm because the werewolf jerked up, dropped me in an instant, and shuffled away with a sorry whine, his mood changing completely within a fraction of a second. His eyes still glowed with a powerful craving, but his feral fury had vanished, his ears had gone down, and he turned all rueful and abashed of a sudden.

"James?" I whimpered cautiously and to my surprise, the creature's ears perked up and he nodded. "Can you understand me?"

He reacted with another nod and whine. Cowering in a corner, he waited with his randy gaze lowered. What was he waiting for? Then it struck me. He was waiting for me to take charge and make the decision to get up and walk toward him. It still took me a moment to collect myself from the previous shock, though. With a groan, I finally rolled over, first back on my knees, then back on my feet, and cautiously approached my giant partner. His tail began to wag tentatively and he opened his arms, ready to embrace me with a much more friendly, playful smile on his toothy face. He didn't force himself on me anymore, he didn't pressure me at all, and deep down, we both knew that he didn't have to. His big, strong body, his gut-filling pecker, and his thorough, feral lust were still the primary reasons why I was here were. My reluctance faded when I remembered the first night with him, the joy and incredible pleasure I've had, and I forgot the shock I had experienced mere moments ago. Taking the last few steps into his arms, I felt them close around me as he pulled me up against his chest, greeting me with a big, sloppy lick across my face and forehead. Finally, he stood up and carried me through the treehouse, one paw under my butt and the other one on my back. I couldn't see much, my face still buried in his fluffy black chest, my nose filled with his pervasive musk, his massive cock throbbing between my thighs, and my brain and chest exploding with excitement.

James eagerly rushed through his home, each of his steps echoing in my ears and bones, until he reached his destination and stopped with a content growl. Gently, he set me down on a magnificent bed. Its wooden frame was studded with beautiful engravings depicting forest and night scenes, many of which showed werewolves. It was also larger than any bed I had ever seen, clearly made with ridiculous proportions in mind. The sheets were dark red and made of wool, woven in a very sturdy, multi-layer pattern so it could withstand a werewolf's tempers, and yet, there were clear tears and scratches scattered about the blanket, marks from his teeth and claws. It wasn't the most comfortable bed, the fabric chafed against my skin, and the mattress was uncomfortably hard, but I didn't care about it at all right now.

The werewolf flopped down next to me and toppled over with an excited yip, rolling around in his bed with furiously wagging tail as he acted like the biggest, horniest puppy I had ever seen. Eventually, he reached for me and started tugging on my clothes. I inhaled sharply and jumped back, afraid his sharp claws would ruin my attire. While he thankfully managed not to destroy my clothing yet, he made it perfectly clear that he wanted to see me without any of those pesky clothes, and he cheered with a lusty howl as I reached for my shirt to remove it.

While stripping down, I let my eyes wander through the werewolf's rustic bedroom. There wasn't much furniture to speak of, a wardrobe, a dresser, and a nightstand. They were each large enough to be used comfortably by a werewolf. A dim lamp drenched the room in a warm glow and there were a few rugs hung on the walls and spread on the ground so the bedroom didn't feel too empty, each embroidered with even more colorful patterns and fantastic scenery, but there was no loose clothing anywhere, no paraphernalia, or plants. Nothing that wouldn't withstand a wild werewolf's rough treatment.

With the last piece of attire gone, I was now stark naked and vulnerable, at the mercy of the randy werewolf. James, however, still didn't make any move and just ogled me with wanton lust. With his eyes on my swelling erection, he licked his lips and beckoned me over.

My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly crawled toward him, and I gasped as he closed his big paws around my waist, lifting me up and pulling me into a tight hug against his broad chest. Something wet and warm grazed my cheek, and when I looked up, I looked right at his big tongue, felt it brush across my face and over my head. He gave me a brief, sloppy kiss before he continued to cover me with his slobber and his scent, meticulously working his way from my neck over my chest to my loins. He didn't spend much time at my genitals, just licking and sucking my dick for long enough to make me fully erect.

I soon realized that he wasn't just marking me. During our first encounter, I had learned that his saliva had a restorative effect. Right now, he was repeating the same preparation and coating my skin with an ample layer of his spit, likely making sure that I could handle his reckless strength and sharp claws because even though he was much gentler than in our first romp, accidents were bound to happen. Just as he turned me around to tend to my back, I groaned with pain as two of his claws accidentally dug into my upper arm. But thanks to his freshly applied saliva, the pain dulled quickly as I watched my flesh melt together and close the scratches. The accident also reminded me that he was still a huge, strong beast who could easily tear me apart if he felt like it. And yet, the thrill from being his mate and toy didn't put me off. No, in fact, it turned me on even more.

When James's tongue reached my butt and legs, he pushed me onto all fours and shoved me toward his crotch. Down there, the beast's steamy scent was even more intense and musky, a dense cloud engulfing his swollen red cock and damp fur. A single whiff of the intoxicating mixture was enough to turn my receptive brain to mush and send my arousal into overdrive. I moaned feebly as I sucked in more and more of his aroma, grew addicted to it. Soon, the scent alone wasn't enough anymore. I grabbed his massive prick and licked it from the shaft to the tip, getting my first taste of the layer of sweat and musk that clung to the glistening skin. A powerful shiver ran through me as I savored the mouthful of his raw flavor, and I gulped it down as if it were the nectar of the gods.

While handling the unwieldy cock, I was reminded just how big the werewolf was. Curious, I compared my forearm with his throbbing tool. It was significantly longer and thicker and it truly baffled me that this monstrosity had been inside me before. Scratch that, it would be inside me before the night was over, and the notion filled me with equal parts unease and excitement. Something this big shouldn't fit! But it had fit before, and it would fit again.

My thoughts were interrupted when the werewolf finished his passionate licking at my feet and continued to prepare me for the main course. Pulling me closer to his face, he forcibly spread my ass apart and dug his snout into my crack, thoroughly licking everything from my dangling cock to my hanging balls and my quivering pucker. He ran his tongue up and down, drew big circles, and coated my backside with an extra layer of his hot spit before he homed in on the most important part. A surprisingly high, almost girlish squeak escaped me as he rubbed the broad center of his tongue against my anus and slowly loosened me up.

With every lick, my arousal mounted and my natural resistance dwindled until I was loose enough for him to slide his girthy organ past my ring. I was still holding his massive schlong as he shoved it into my ass, hugging it like a stuffed animal as I surrendered with lewd moans and rolling eyes. Coincidentally, my face rubbed over his tapering tip and I flinched as a gush of sticky pre landed on my face, snapping me out of my lusty daze. Guided by the salty, savory taste, I lifted my head and eagerly wrapped my lips around his leaking urethra, sucking on it to drink more of his tasty precum.

The werewolf's tongue thrust deeper and deeper, ravaging my insides, twisting and turning relentlessly, spreading me open with ease. His muscle smacked and stroked my prostate again and again, flooding my brain with more stimulation and coaxing loud cries of pleasure out of me. But that still wasn't enough for him. With a sonorous grunt, he speared his tongue into me harder and faster until my mind broke under the ceaseless onslaught.

Weakened by my skyrocketing arousal, I slipped off his tip and collapsed, my face slipping into the damp and musky crease between his thigh and balls. My vision blurred and my nose was overloaded with his heavy smell. This was too much! With a deep howl, I reared up and came hard, my twitching cock unloading rope after rope of semen on his chest.

James eventually pulled out of my clenching pucker and witnessed my climax with a rumbling chuckle, giving me a moment to enjoy it before carrying on. He picked me up and aligned my asshole with his pecker, poking the slick hole with his drooling tip, eager to finally breed his male bitch.

My breath halted as I mentally prepared to take him, and I trembled in anxious anticipation as he slowly moved his paws over my hips, likely to get a better grip on me. But amid the raging lust, there was a sign of affection. A single furry finger brushed over my cheek, caressing my sweat- and spit-drenched skin with surprising tenderness before moving on to my lips. In the heat of the moment, I simply grabbed the finger and gave it a kiss, eliciting another rumbling, warm laugh from the beast before his paw closed around my chest.

The pressure on my sphincter surged as he pulled my body down on his rod, easily overpowering any resistance I still had. The first inches entered my ass in a single shove, his tip punching hard against my prostate. I inhaled sharply as my vision exploded with stars from the abrupt sensory overload. However, driven by his desire to finally mate with me, he didn't give me much time to recover, and insistently pulled me further down, forcing the remaining two-thirds into my asshole with excessive force. Fortunately, there was no pain, only a sharply rising pressure as he thrust his throbbing behemoth deeper and deeper into my body and an overwhelming burst of stimulation as he stretched and spread inch after inch of my sensitive tissue, crushing my pleasure bulb into utter submission. My lust-ridden brain was pummeled with more than it could handle and I soon lost control over my body, my limbs uselessly dangling down as he impaled me. My jaw dropped and I expressed my pleasure with a primal howl, screaming it all out as he shoved his cock meat inside me.

The werewolf did not stop until he had accomplished the unthinkable again, making me sit down in his lap with my ass cheeks resting on his groin while his sheath tickled my stretched asshole. My belly was stretched and distended, revealing a massive outline of his prick, a bulge that reached from my crotch up to the edge of my rib cage. I even felt it squirt and splash wads of warm pre against my diaphragm. Slowly, feeling returned to my limbs and I sluggishly touched the obscene distension, stoking and rubbing the taut, moist skin. This should've been too much! There is no way I just had taken that monstrosity! Then again, for all that mattered, it was a perfect fit like I was made to be his little cocksleeve.

James's growls heated up and he became restless, scheming something in that big furry head. His grip tightened and he pulled me off his cock again, tossing me into the other half of his bed. Quickly, he climbed over me, fully enveloped by his large, heavy body before continuing where he had left off. I felt his dick at my anus again and lost myself in another cry of excessive pleasure as he shoved his entire length back inside me. But this time, there was no pause after he bottomed out, and he instantly proceeded to pound me with deep, hard strokes, rutting me from behind in the same position as his canine ancestors. Thanks to his diligent preparation, my body took the savage assault with surprising ease, but my weakened mind fell victim to the werewolf's strength. No more thoughts, no more worries, no more discomfort, only a constant shower of pleasure, my lust reigning supreme and drowning out any sensation that wasn't directly connected to dick that broke me in and rearranged my insides or its big fluffy owner.

Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned into eternity as the werewolf used my comically stretched hole as if he owned me. I was nothing but a breeding toy in his paws. Technically, a useless, infertile one, but that didn't stop him from trying to fertilize me anyway, and me from enjoying the ridiculous pounding. This romp was even more intense than the one in the factory, gentler but wilder at the same time. In the safety of his own home and with my unquestioning consent, he didn't have to hold back, and he showed me the true feral strength of a werewolf. He worked like a machine, his muscles tensing and slacking, plunging his swollen cock in and out of me with no pause or mercy, and he even sounded like one, rhythmic grunts and huffs filling my ears as much as the incessant slurping of moist flesh, and the resounding slap every time his potent breeding orbs smacked against my taint.

I joined the soundscape with cries and moans of pleasure, clutching the sheets while my body shook and reeled from every single thrust. I had long lost track of the individual sources of stimulation. The pleasure spikes from my prostate, the nerves that lined my insides, and my other senses merged together and created a singular storm of stimulation that dominated and devolved my mind in a puddle of heated lust and pleasure. My ass was always full to bursting, my nose filled with the beast's musk, my vision was blurry and darkened by his embrace, and my sweaty skin glowing as his fur brushed over it. So it only took moments until I came again.

My body tensed up and I finally exploded with a feeble cry, my dangling erection squirting a few ropes of cum onto the bedsheets while James's furious pounding coaxed every drop from my poor prostate. He didn't slow down, battering through my tightening asshole and acknowledging my puny eruption, my futile struggle with a pleased snort. There was no time to unwind and recover either, and he used my oversensitive hole with unwavering ardor while I almost blacked out from the rush of stimulation.

It shouldn't remain my only climax during the senseless breeding. My arousal returned faster every time, my enjoyment only growing as he kept going. I popped, again and again, my cries getting higher and more desperate, while my output diminished until only a single drop escaped my pulsing tip. I should've been drained, exhausted, devastated, and ruined, barely alive after the third time cumming, but instead, I was more ecstatic than ever. Every climax was better than the previous ones, and my recuperation period melted into mere seconds. I wanted more. I needed more, even though I felt like I had been drugged, caught up in the wettest, hottest dream. Perhaps it was his scent, his spit, his pre, or something else entirely that fueled my superhuman lust, but it clearly made this the best moment in my life.

However, even a werewolf doesn't have limitless stamina. Eventually, James's grunts became a savage rumbling and his thrusts slowed, became sluggish and unsteady, as he neared his orgasm. During the final strokes, another bit of cock meat slipped free, his prick battering a little deeper still, and his rapidly swelling knot stretching my battered pucker even wider, escalating the experience to an even higher level and making me cum on the spot. With a gross shlorp and a triumphant howl, he pushed his humongous cock inside me one last time, and once the pulsating bulb was locked inside me, it swiftly grew large enough that it wouldn't even fit through my pelvic opening anymore.

His nuts started to contract and tense vigorously, churning up a big load for me, and the floodgates opened. I was still caught up in the middle of my climax as the first blast battered against my sensitive insides, a wet, goopy warmth rapidly racing through my guts as his semen emerged like water from a broken pipeline. The initial rush was so large, I couldn't even distinguish the individual spurts as everything turned into one torrent flooding my insides. I heard it gurgling and sloshing, the tissue creaking and groaning to accommodate the ample amounts of liquid, the stretching boosting my orgasm and wrenching another groan from my exhausted vocal folds.

The beast's climax also marked the temporary end of his primal breeding frenzy, the edge in his voice softening. With his dick firmly lodged inside me, he slipped his paws under my body and ever so gently lifted me up. I whimpered as he rolled over on his side, every tiny shifting and subtle movement reverberating through me like a tsunami, and narrowed my eyes to a slit as the dingy light of the ceiling lamp fell on my face. "Fuck, you've ruined me," I slurred and a soft chuckle emerged from my furry partner. His head emerged over me and blotted out the light, his huge muzzle split open, baring his blinking teeth and hanging tongue. Before I could react, he moved in and eagerly licked my face, all over my forehead, cheeks, chin, and mouth.

His playful lick swiftly found a new target, his tongue insistently pressing against my lips until I let them in, sharing a very sloppy, deep kiss with the eager werewolf while he playfully rubbed and stroked my body, dancing his paws over my glistening skin. We couldn't do much else anyway until his knot deflated, and as long as it was crammed inside me, his orgasm didn't stop either. It wasn't the inconceivable rush it had been to begin with, but spurt by spurt, he kept filling me further, swelling my belly and rounding it out with his seed. He couldn't impregnate me, but he at least could make it look like he had succeeded anyway.

Exhaustion ultimately made itself felt, my eyelids drooping as my body grew heavier, figuratively and literally. The rush of lust had subsided and I grinned absently as I received his affections without the energy to reciprocate them. By the time his prodigious knot began to deflate, I was barely even awake anymore. However, that momentarily changed as he tugged and pulled on my ass, trying to remove his cock until it emerged with a long, lewd slurp and a pop. The werewolf briefly pressed his muzzle against my gaping, ruined hole and gave it a smooch, then he moved up to my face. His eyes were glowing with something else than anger and lust, perhaps love?

"Do you love me?" Posed to a werebeast, this question sounded ridiculous. This wasn't love, this was instinct, right? To my surprise, he nodded at me and gave me a deep, loving kiss, and gently turned me on my back. It fascinated me that he could still act so considerate and amicable even in this savage form, that he still understood me and listened to me. "Well, thanks for that. It was absolutely amazing." Unlike him, I wasn't yet sure whether I actually felt love for him or if this was just my steadily growing lust for his body and his dick talking.

James responded with a toothy grin and kissed me again. Then he got up and stepped back, granting me another magnificent view of his hulking frame. His gaze turned to the window, at the rising full moon, and he instinctively threw his head back and howled.

The howl was the last thing I heard of him before the werewolf rushed toward the door and escaped into the night. I heard a dull thud as he landed on the forest floor, followed by the cracking of branches and rustling of leaves. The beast had satisfied his most pressing urge, and now he followed the call of the moon, leaving me behind like back at the factory, full to the brim and leaking his cum, battered and exhausted. However, this time I knew with absolute certainty that he would return and keep me safe.

With a sigh and both hands on my swollen belly, my wolfish mate's gift, I closed my eyes and fell asleep, the ruggedness of the sullied sheets bothering me not one bit anymore. A new adventure had begun and I couldn't wait to see where my fate would lead me next because as long as I was with him, I knew that I would be safe.