Harry's Me-Time
Happy Halloween!
Here's a rather self indulgent piece about a self important werewolf taking it to the next level.
The white furred werewolf sighed as he hauled a very long box into the basement as per the command of Scary Godmother. Apparently he had to be careful to not damage whatever was inside, cluing him in that it was something either very valuable or fragile.
His curiosity got the better of him and he was soon using his claws to tear at the thin cardboard, indeed revealing a both expensive and fragile looking mirror. It was tall and wide, the edges were made of dark wood, decorated with intricate carvings. Many of them were simply eyes, or different shapes and sizes.
The werewolf decided if Scary Godmother had no use for the thing, he could make some use of it in his makeshift basement-bedroom. Carefully, he lifted it up and carried it to a wall that faced his bed. The mirror was suddenly heavier than it had been when in the box, but Harry managed to move it to a spot he deemed suitable. Making a long sigh as he plopped down on his bed.
Slowly he lifted his head, looking down at his body. The mirror reflected his visage back to him. With his legs spread, the lycan was given a clear view of his own sheath and balls. It was a unique sight, seeing his bits from another angle. But more than that, there was something else. For some strange reason, Harry felt like there were countless eyes roaming all over him. A blush spread over his muzzle as he felt the sensation, more and more. They were staring at him, wanting to watch him...do that thing he often did when by himself...
Sitting up even more, Harry now looked back at his own reflection. The werewolf was a bit full of himself, but now he was seeing himself in a new light. Usually when he spent some intense time alone, he was thinking of someone else or using the few magazines that he scrounged up when sneaking around the human world.
But now, Harry was getting eager. But it was all just for himself, his own looks. Slowly, his paws drifted over his slightly rough coat, feeling the mix of lycan muscle and chubbiness underneath.
His cock eased from his sheath, soon throbbing as his knot popped free as well. A slow wag of his tail revealed his tailhole, pink and winking. One of his paws reached down, drifting a finger over the rim, sending a shiver through his body. A line of pre was already running down his cock, a show of his excitement.
His eyes were drifting further along his lower body, now watching his own feet flex and toes wiggle. He basked in the charm of his own being, he was so big and so strong, yet so soft and gentle...
With a bit of a whine, Harry's gaze trailed upwards, once again feeling that there was an audience awaiting the show that would come from his self indulgence.
Another deep blush came to the chubby werewolf's muzzle as he gazed into the many eyes, wanting to see him. His paw reached between his legs and started to give his cock a few slow pumps, groaning from the excitement that came from shamelessly playing with himself in front of so many prying eyes.
His fingers were slicked with precum. The thick substance clung to his fingers and smeared over his length, making a more than serviceable lube. Soft pants came from him as his ears lowered, groaning from the sensations running through him.
Just barely, the masturbating werewolf could hear many voices, praising him and urging him to keep going, to keep touching himself. He gave a squeeze to his cock, grunting from the moment of bliss that raced up his spine. His toes curled and his tail made a long sweep back and forth again.
His other paw was still drifting along his tailhole, teasing over the pink surface. Steady bursts of pleasure coursed through his being, making him whine more and more. With his ears lowering and those voices coaxing him on, encouraging him to go through with it. They wanted to see more, they wanted to see him.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Harry was all the more turned on by the sight of his own paw drifting up and down his cock, reaching up to his tip and running back down to slick over his knot, making it throb hard. His messy precum had made his paw all sticky and slick. It was running down his balls as well, trickling down over his puckering hole.
The excess of fluids was collected on his other paw, smearing a thick layer of his warm and stick pre. Another deep shudder and moan went through him.
The voices told him to go on, to do it, telling him they wanted to see more.
So Harry did go on, making a low moan as his fingers pressed to his hole. Two of them slipped inside, bringing the sting of being stretched, followed by the immense pleasure that came from his precum-lubed digits already slipping further and further inside of himself.
His gaze was locked on his reflection watching as his cock throbbed and oozed with each passing second. Deep whines and hisses came out of him suddenly as his fingers ran over his sensitive spots, making his depths stretch. His prostate was pressed by the warm, wet digit, making him arch his back.
He was getting close. It was easy enough to see and feel. The gaze on him was getting stronger and he could clearly hear the voices telling him to finish strong, to cum hard...
Moving both of his paws as fast as he could, Harry groaned as he pumped deep into his ass and jerked his cock, making a series of wet, sloppy sounds alongside his own noises. A deep growl and a held back howl came as he reached his peak, struck with an extra strong climax.
The hold on his fingers tightened on his fingers as he his cock started to spray fat strings of his potent werewolf seed. The shots reached high in the air and came back down to splatter on Harry's shirt and muzzle, leaving the latter soon coated in thick strings that slowly dribbled down.
Panting heavily, Harry basked in his afterglow. Strangely, the many voices that urged him on were gone, as was the feeling of being watched. But the intense pleasure lingered within him, spiking as he pulled his fingers free. A deep sigh came from him and before he realized it, the large werewolf was already being pulled into a deep slumber.