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This story was written for AlSong as Day #10 of Kinktober 2021! Today's theme was Hyper, and the story contains M/M sex between consenting adults. :3 This post is being shared early because I'm gonna be afk for a couple of days! Normal posting will resume on Monday 11th. :D

His Full Moon Treat

In the years that had passed since Tommy had been cursed, his partner, now his husband Wayne, had gone from enjoying the werewolf's thrice-monthly transformations to outright craving them. He loved his husband dearly and would not have changed their relationship for anything, but for the rest of each lunar cycle there was always an itch at the back of the non-magical wolf's mind. A low hum of constant arousal that reminded him what lay beneath the surface of his husband's body, and what would burst forth in a matter of weeks or days to reveal itself, and demand Wayne's efforts to pacify it in the most delicious way possible.

Even the werewolf himself, not Tommy but the monstrous, hulking creature which took over Tommy's consciousness when the night was dark and the moon full in the sky, clearly relished what had come to be both tradition and an act of intimate bonding between himself and Wayne. Gone were the days of the wolf having to lunge under a pair of snarling, snapping teeth or swiping claws in order to pacify and begin pleasing his transformed lover. Now when Tommy began to transform, his cock rapidly hardened, and grew immediately with the rest of him, the werewolf's arousal seemingly already preset within the beast's subconscious mind. That colossal creature which towered over its non-were counterpart, rippling with muscles beneath its coarse, shaggy fur, burst into being with its mammoth erection already protruding obscenely from its loins. Thicker than Wayne's arms, and longer than them too. It protruded from the werewolf almost four full feet in length, a deep red hue, pointed at the tip, and with a knotted base almost as large as the swollen balls which hung between its powerful hind legs.

"Ohhfuckyesss..."

Shamelessly moaning, his comparably tiny though still amply sized cock pulsing between his own legs, Wayne crawled forward as the werewolf huffed, snarled and shuddered in demanding anticipation as his transformation concluded. The creature had gotten bigger over the last two years as the curse matured within its host. Now the werewolf's shoulders almost grazed the top of any door-frame in the house, and if he stood upright rather than hunched over as was his more natural gait, he probably would have topped a full twelve feet at the tips of his ears. His large hands were powerful enough to almost certainly crush Wayne's skull within their grip, but as the much smaller wolf wrapped his own hands around the shaft of the werewolf's cock and fed its pointed tip into his mouth with a greedy grunt, the werewolf stroked the back of his head with a single razor-clawed fingertip almost delicately.

Pressing his tongue forward into the slit at the tip of that huge, four foot cock, Wayne's eyes rolled back as he practically made out with the monster's obscene erection. Pre-cum dribbled around his tongue and he gulped it down, belly gurgling, not having eaten all day in preparation for the feast that was to come. His hands slid back and forth along the werewolf's shaft, but that introductory teasing could only sate the snarling, grunting, instinct driven beast for so long and sure enough Wayne was forced to pull back, grunting and moaning in desperation as the werewolf began to hump his face and snarl feverishly his demands for more.

Nodding, stroking and kissing the tip of the werewolf's cock and whispering reassurances that even two years in Wayne wasn't entirely sure whether the monster could understand in actual words or just via his soothing tone, the mortal lupine male guided the werewolf towards the leather recliner which was set up in the centre of their fully tiled, wet-room style bathroom. Every month they dragged this piece of furniture into the room just for these three days, and as the ripped and patched and re-patched leather at one end of the recliner showed, it had gotten a lot of use in the last couple of years.

Lying back on the recliner, fully tilted back to a near completely horizontal position, Wayne moaned as the werewolf assumed his own established position. He knew what was coming, and he knew that positioning himself this way would grant him the bliss that his powerful form was owed in the swiftest possible time-frame. Straddling the recliner the hulking beast's four foot cock lay across Wayne's now prone figure, reaching from the wolf's feet to the mid-point of his chest. Wayne moaned happily, and once more reached up to begin stroking the werewolf's huge, irresistible cock. This time however his hands weren't alone, his legs rising from the leather, footpaws pressing themselves either side of the werewolf's knot and beginning to massage and masturbate the most tender portion of that already intensely sensitive organ with firm squeezes and the constant playful, teasing wriggling of the smaller wolf's toes.

At first the werewolf grunted and snarled and humped at the air, cock spurting pre-cum in growing abundance that left Wayne's face and shoulders soon coated in a glistening layer through which Wayne whined and gasped in his very own rapture. After a short while though, far more swiftly than years prior, the werewolf's forcefulness and violence diminished and softened. A glazed, faraway expression filled the beast's eyes until Wayne swore he could almost see the twinkle of playful joy that he so completely associated with his husband. The hulking creature's tongue lolled out, it began to pant and huff and whine happily just like Tommy did when Wayne gave him a knot-massaging reach-around during sex. He loved this. The werewolf loved being jerked off this way, with Wayne's whole body practically wrapped around his cock to please the curse-born creature. But as much as the monster himself loved it, Wayne adored this experience, and craved what would follow at the end of it, even more.

"Yessss..."

As another splattering wave of pre-cum soaked his face, Wayne grunted in lust, bucking his own hips up from the recliner and shuddering as his own cock's rigid length grazed the underside of the werewolf's vast erection. He licked his lips, tasting the rich, musky saltiness of the creature's essence, and squeezed a little harder with his footpaws around the werewolf's knot. He was rewarded by a grunting whimper from the huge creature looming over him, and the sound of tearing hide as the werewolf gripped at the sides of the recliner to steady himself and raked his claws through the leather. Wayne's own hands continued to roam across the werewolf's length as freely and as far as they could reach. Sometimes he squeezed and rubbed the monster's very tip, other times he stroked all the way up and down its length as far as his arms could comfortably move. The only constant was his feet upon the werewolf's gloriously thick and tangibly throbbing knot, and it was undeniably that stimulation which most pacified and delighted the werewolf. He shuddered and huffed and grunted as Wayne devotedly rubbed his paws all over that bulging collection of hyper-sensitive nerves, and before long Wayne heard a familiar and glorious sound emanating from the back of the werewolf's throat.

It was a whine. A sort of high, keening, frantic whine like no other that the monstrous beast produced. It made him sound almost vulnerable. Almost at Wayne's mercy, knowing that the feelings provoking that sound would only continue for as long as the small, comparably frail wolf permitted them to. And it meant, of course, that the werewolf was about to cum.

"Do it..."

Wayne moaned under his breath, eyes glancing up as his head tilted back, peering over his shoulder just to make sure that the recliner had been set down properly, lined up in line with the bathroom's tub. The room had been renovated in the last couple of years so it was much easier to clean by simply hosing it down. But still, as had been the case early on, they tended to use the bathtub to collect the majority of the werewolf's cum. There was just one key difference between back then and now. Back then they had used the tub as a way to collect the werewolf's obscene load and let it drain away down the plughole. Now though, two years later; two years of Wayne's obsession building and his thirst for this very moment growing month after month, lunar cycle after lunar cycle, the bath's plug was firmly pressed in place, to ensure that not a single drop of the werewolf's cum was wasted.

"Cum for me. Ohhh... ohh, c'mon, do it. Give it to me. Give me every single... yes.... oh! Oh!! God, yes! C'mon pup, you can do it! Yes! Yes! Oh god! Fuck! Yes!!"

Wayne gasped, grunted, and finally cried out at the top of his lungs as the werewolf's head snapped back and his high whining reached a crescendo before erupting into a full on, ear-splitting howl. The smaller wolf's hands and feet squeezed tight, gripping the werewolf's shaft as it spasmed and pulsed, and Wayne's own cock began to twitch and spray its own strings of seed across the underside of the werewolf's erection as thick fountaining gouts of cum began to pour from the vast erection, splashing across the rear wall of the bathroom and thundering down into the sealed bathtub which rapidly and deliciously began to fill. Wayne kept on squeezing, rubbing, masturbating his beastly lover throughout the werewolf's abundant orgasm, and even when his own climactic high began to fade rode the emotional, the mental high of watching that cum gush out and arc over his head to the point where he was crying out alongside the werewolf until finally, with floods of cum overflowing the brimming bathtub, the torrent finally began to subside.

With a few final dribbling squirts flowing out over Wayne's face and chest, the werewolf's howls turned to snarls, then growls, grunts, and finally simple heavy breathing as he stumbled a few paces backwards before dropping to all fours. His eyes, no longer wild and frenzied but heavy lidded and shining with gentle contentment, blinked at Wayne a few times in wordless gratitude, and without a word from the smaller wolf the monstrous creature curled up into a heap on the bathroom floor, and began to nap knowing full well that when he was roused by his bestial needs once more, Wayne would be there for him once again.

Thus, Wayne was left effectively alone in the room, the only other figure present falling into a deep slumber in less than a minute. In the early days, he had spent that time cleaning up the bathroom despite knowing another mess would be made soon enough, and either catching up on a little sleep himself on a chair close by, or reading a book as he waited for the werewolf to need him once again. Now though, Wayne looked forward to the aftermath of each of the werewolf's climaxes as much as the build up to them. He pulled his already glistening, cum-stained body up off the recliner, and with one hand already wrapping around his own erection regardless of its recent eruption, Wayne dreamily padded over to the bathtub filled to the very brim with hyper-abundant volumes of cum.

His head span. His cock throbbed and twitched in delirious glee within his grasp.

This was it.

This was the true reason Wayne was obsessed with the three nights a month when his lover transformed.

He loved Tommy to the ends of the earth and back. He adored the werewolf's powerful body and huge cock, and some of the most erotic and passionate moments of his life had been spent jerking off and grinding his whole body against that colossal wolf-cock. And yet when he was at his most uninhibited, when he was masturbating casually and idly fantasising, or when a particularly potent image flashed into his mind while making love with Tommy at other points in the month, it was this his mind always went to in order to drive him mad with pleasure.

Wayne moaned under his breath as he lifted one leg and swung it over, and into the bathtub full of cum.

He joined it with a second leg, and as more seed splashed up and over the lip of the tub, displaced by his own mass, the wolf sank down into the vast, artificially created pool of the werewolf's cum. He relished its texture, its lingering warmth, its thick scent consuming him and saturating every inch of fur upon his body from the neck down.

Wayne's hand began to slide up and down his cock under the surface of the glimmering, slippery white ocean in which he was resting, and closed his eyes both to savour the experience, and to allow himself to lower his head under the creamy tide. He sank wholly beneath the gallons upon gallons of the werewolf's cum, and shuddered in rapture as within seconds he began to shoot his own load, his second of the night, into the quivering, rippling pond of his favourite full moon treat.

By Jeeves

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