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My Werewolf Fiance

by Declan Xavier

“You'll have to forgive a lack of polish on my little speech here. I've never had to give this talk to a guy before.”

Jed settled into what I had been told was his favorite armchair, looking across the living room at me. He was Ben's grandfather, or great-grandfather, or maybe even great-great-grandfather, and my fiance had left me alone with him while he retired to the basement.

“Guys don't marry into the family?” I asked, and immediately regretted it. Jed's scowl could peel paint off the side of a fence, and seeing it in action made me want to get up and run from the house. As if I weren't nervous about all of this to start with, putting my foot in my mouth wasn't going to help me get the patriarch's blessing.

“You'll be the first guy marrying a grandson of mine,” Jed corrected me, leaning back in the creaky chair. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair, and the feeling that I was being judged grew stronger. “I don't think I'm gonna have to give you either side of the werewolf pregnancy talk, so I guess I'm just gonna have to explain what's gonna happen next month.”

I nodded, this time keeping my mouth shut. Jed's expression softened a bit as I seemed to fall in line. “Now, you know about my family, and our bloodline's curse.” I nodded again. “And next month, your wedding ceremony's gonna happen,” he said, his 'your' coming out more like 'yer.'

“Before that happens, tonight in fact, you're gonna head down to the basement and scratch yourself on one of Benjamin's claws. That'll be enough to transfer the curse to you. Once you do that, the family is gonna protect you as much as any of us would protect Benjamin. But you also gotta know that there's no goin' back. The only way to undo the curse is by dyin', and if you try to leave the family...well, we're like the mafia. Try to leave the family, and we'll take care of that curse for ya right quick.”

None of this was new to me. Ben and I had talked about it at length. He was still willing to marry me even if I didn't become a werewolf. It just meant that he would outlive me – no idea for how long. Rumors swirled around the family that Jed was over three hundred years old. He looked like...well, he looked like a grandparent of someone my age should look in my mind, but he didn't speak or dress like someone out of the 1700s.

I would also be responsible for making sure that every transformation night, Ben was locked up. I thought about it for a long time, and what pushed me over the edge was – could I be doing that to Ben even in my 70s or 80s? I loved Ben, and couldn't imagine being apart from him. An extended lifespan, even with the curse, was better than the alternatives. So here I was, getting lectured by Jed about what it meant to be a werewolf.

“Now, a small blessing is that you won't remember what you got up to the night of your transformation. From an outsider's point-of-view, though, it seems like your instincts are cranked as high as they'll go. Darwin takes over, and all you'll wanna do is fuck, fight, and feed. The family's got a number of safe houses in the area for you until you get your own place settled.”

I raised my hand like I was back in school, and a smile crawled across half of Jed's lips. “Question?”

“Yeah, uh...shouldn't everyone in the family be transforming on the full moon?”

Jed shook his head. “Benjamin didn't explain that to you? Nah, not every werewolf transforms on the full moon. Benjamin does, you will, I don't, others don't. It's every 28 days, set to the lunar cycle. As for the other myths, ain't found a flower, herb, or spice that's done shit to us. Werewolves can kill other werewolves, but that seems to be it.”

“What about a silver bullet?”

Jed closed his fist, but let out a sharp laugh. “I ain't gonna be volunteering to take a silver bullet to the heart, and if we have to put a werewolf down I'm going for something tried and true. Silver does seem to keep us away when the wolf comes out, some maybe there's something to it. Other than that, I ain't met an herb, spice, or flower that does dick to us. Any other questions?”

I shook my head. Other than some clarifications there, Ben had pretty much given me a rundown of what was gonna happen. Jed stood up, walking over and extending his hand to shake. I stood up, shaking it firmly, hoping he wouldn't feel how clammy my hand was.

“Benjamin'll be downstairs. After you get scratched, c'mon back up and we'll patch you up.”

I nodded, following Jed to the basement steps. He pointed down, and I wasn't going to ask if he was going to come with. The stairs creaked as I stepped down them. They were much steeper than I would have liked in this old place, but the narrow walls let me hold onto them for balance.

As soon as I opened the door to the basement, the smell and sounds of a kennel hit me. It was warm down here, and that warmth carried the animal scent into my nostrils. There was something down here, a large dog, my brain told me, because it still hadn't wrapped fully around the idea of a werewolf being real.

I had never seen my lover transformed before. Stepping into the basement, I got my first glimpse of what he had become, of what I would become in a month's time. Ben had always been a big man. At least I was as tall as he was, so that we could be eye-to-eye on the street, but he outweighed me by a least a hundred pounds of sculpted muscle. And he never let me forget it either. I remembered joking with him once that none of his shirts ever seemed to have a top button with how he showed off his broad, muscular, hairy chest almost constantly.

He was also big down there. I used to joke to friends that I had to prepare on Friday to sleep with him on Sunday. That was a partial lie, I could manage to start prepping on Saturday if he promised to be gentle. Though I was used to taking large things.

That was actually how we met. I bragged online, on a furry site specifically, about my ability to take one of the larger toys that a specialty manufacturer produced. He said he'd send me a larger one if I gave him a demo over webcam. I told him for the largest size I'd give him a live show.

Two weeks later, the dog-cock-shaped toy we had nicknamed 'Lycan' showed up at my door, with a room key for a nearby hotel. I went there, not expecting much, but what happened that night made me want to keep seeing him. Eventually, it became a real friendship that turned into a relationship. All of which culminated in this, me being down here, staring at my lover, about to indulge in one of my greatest fantasies before taking the plunge.

His werewolf form was a foot and a half taller than me, and something that could easily take on a whole football team without slowing down. His normally hairy body was now covered in thick, coarse brown fur. His nails had elongated in sharp, black talon-like claws on both his hands and his feet. He had grown a tail, and his jaw had become a dog-like muzzle. And there, between his legs, was a shining, dripping erection that promised to make this night truly unforgettable.

If Jed was right about all of the animal instincts being at 11, then the desire to mate, or fuck, as he put it must have been one of them. Ben was immobilized, tied to the wall by thick iron bands and silver chains across every pivot point of his body. He snarled and lashed at me as I came into view, but couldn't do much but twist his body around in the immovable metal.

At least I hoped it was immovable as I stripped out of my clothes. I didn't try to be sexy about it either. Judging by how hard Ben was, by the way that his cock was bouncing with his struggles, it wouldn't have done much good. I wasn't even sure if Ben was in there, but I wasn't studying his face too closely. My eyes were on that prize.

I knelt down, having to sit up on my knees in order to align myself properly. The tapered tip of my fiance's werewolf cock bounced in front of my lips and nose as he struggled against the bonds. I was thankful that they were in place, because I was sure that if Ben had free range of movement, that dick would already be in my mouth and halfway down my throat before I had a chance to breathe, a chance to enjoy it.

I licked my lips as I imagined it through, that huge hand/paw palming the back of my head like a basketball, pushing me down at the same time that his hips thrust forward, trying to get as much of that glistening cockmeat into me as quickly as possible. It made my heart race, even knowing that it would probably seriously damage me in the process.

But I could take my time with this. I wrapped one hand around the base of it the best I could, feeling the slight bulb that would become his knot. It was hotter than I had imagined. I'd held dicks in my hand before, but this was almost too hot to hold. A shiver went through my body as I suddenly felt cold by comparison. Above me, Ben snarled and strained but was immobilized by the chains and bands. I looked up, seeing that he was staring down at me, panting, open-mawed and drooling.

I dropped my gaze back down to the pulsing dick in my grip. My other hand reached up to grab the thick, furry nutsack dangling beneath the empty sheath, tugging on it once playfully and getting him to let out a low growl. My head moved forward, my lips parting slightly as they neared the tip of the wolf cock. The smell grew stronger, the almost animal-house-at-the-zoo musk that first greeted me when I pulled open the door.

Then I got my first taste as my lips touched the shiny flesh. Sparks ignited on my lips and the tip of my tongue as I slowly took the head of my fiance's cock in. It felt like there was something spicy on his penis, making it taste and feel almost electric. I pulled off with a wet smooch, licking my lips to try and making the tingling sensation go away. All that did was spread it to over my tongue. I saw a drop of clear liquid ball up at the tip of my lover's cock.

My breathing picked up as I saw that droplet of clear nectar. I held onto my lover's genitals tightly as I practically dove back in for more. The thickness of Ben's cock forced my jaw open wider than usual, wider than was immediately comfortable. I had practiced on the large toy we had affectionately nicknamed 'Lycan' in preparation for this night, but it was different when it was the real thing. First off, it was thicker; not overly so, but when you were dealing with something this large every centimeter was noticeable.

I was also being more reckless, more passionate with my movements. It's like Ben's animal lust was infectious. I was warned that in this state, his desire to breed would be dialed up to 11, but something possessed me at that taste. I wanted just as badly to to be bred, to have that glorious tool do what it was designed to do. The taste was markedly different, still the familiar taste of my lover's shaft but now there was something else, something exotic, something intangible that got me hooked.

The pressure of my lower jaw against the thick tube under his cock broke the tension on the bead of precum, letting to spill out thickly onto my tongue. My eyes rolled back as I got the first taste of what was to come. The cock itself was amazing, but the fluid was almost divine. I could feel my own cock harden between my thighs, rising to attention but both of my hands were too busy in pleasuring my partner.

My treatment of him was a bit rougher than normal, but in this form, he could take it. He weathered the rough tugs as I tried to milk those nuts for more of that heavenly oil. His cock flexed under my grip as my fingers slipped up the length. I almost punched myself in the face with how hard I brought my and up along that throbbing length as I pushed my lips down more. Inch by inch, the cock slid into my mouth and against my tongue. There wasn't enough room in my mouth to move my tongue along it, to give it the proper attention a glorious cock like this deserved, but I wriggled and flexed it as hard as I could as I fed more wolf cock into me.

Ben's snarls and growls became stronger, syncing up with the flow and rhythm of my lips and hand. I could feel thick drops of drool landing my hair, but I didn't care. My mouth was full of hot, pulsing werewolf dick, my tongue alight with the heat and flavor. All that mattered to me was getting him to pump me full of seed. Even the dull ache of my bare knees supporting my weight against the concrete floor of the basement meant nothing to me. I existed for Ben, to pleasure this creature in front of me, to worship the cock inside my mouth. I lived to bring my mate to orgasm.

Something in me snapped like a violin string. As much as Ben and I had joked about our eventual partnership, I had never called him my 'mate,' not even privately to myself. Boyfriend, lover, fiance, eventually husband but never mate. Nothing as raw or primal as that word, the word that we used to describe animal partnerships. The word to reflect something so natural – no licenses or courts involved. Mateship.

That momentary halt, half of a second if not shorter, was broken by the angry snarl from above me. My mind sunk back beneath the mammal lust, and I pushed down even farther. The tip of his cock flexed against the ring of my throat. I couldn't breathe, even though the smell of my fiance's cock still battered my nose. The tingling sensation slid down my throat, burning like strong whiskey on its way down to my stomach. Try as it might, though, it wouldn't go in. Both of us pushed as hard as we were able, even though he was rather bound up.

What ended up happening was three solid minutes of me gagging around a crimson cock that was too large to fit into the hole we both wanted it in. I twisted my head from side to side, pulling off and ramming back down only for the tip to hit the back of my throat and stop as it widened out. All the while my fiance was making futile, weak little hip thrusts trying to help me get his monster shaft into my throat.

My mind, what wasn't drowning in pheromone scents and barbaric lust, was trying to decide which would be preferable in terms of position. Should I let him push as hard into me and cum straight down my throat and into my stomach, and preserve every drop of glorious cum the one and only time I'd have a mind to enjoy it? Should I pull back a little, letting the cum flood my mouth and try to swallow down as much as I could, risking that I would lose some but getting to experience the flavor? Should I pull all the way out and let him hose down my face and body with as much werewolf spunk as his pup-makers could fire?

In the end, I chose all three. I hadn't really made up my mind when the thick cock in my mouth surged, filling with lycanthropic cum before firing it down the back of my throat. My neck probably bulged from the sheer volume of thick, almost custard consistency cum that suddenly filled it and dropped down into my stomach. He let out a howl as he came, the creamy wolf spunk finally getting released into a drooling hole.

The force of it pushed my head back just enough that the rest of the first burst filled my mouth, making my cheeks bloat painfully. It was all I could taste, all I could smell. Thick, virile, potent cum filled my mouth to bursting. It spread over my tongue, and I swallowed just to breathe. My tongue flexed against the pressured tube that was pumping seed into me, milking every last drop of the delicious semen out of my fiance's cock and into my body. My fist pumped hard, automatically, trying to enable my lustful greed.

Unable to breathe properly, I finally pulled off my lover's shaft on reflex. I swallowed what I could, but thick white syrup dripped from my aching, tingling lips and onto the ground between my knees. It formed a small, glistening puddle that, for a moment, I had to fight not to drop down and lap up. Fortunately, Ben wasn't done, and I wouldn't have to resort to such base behavior to get more of that which I suddenly craved.

As if I had only drained a single ball, my lover's orgasm hadn't finished. With a second howl, the crimson cock that was being held in my hand, positioned right at my nose, fired again. I watched as if in slow motion as the slit in the tip dilated before everything became white. A thick blob of white jizz smacked me in the face with the force of a thrown water balloon.

I thought that my palette, my nose was overwhelmed when the cum was just in my throat. Released into the room, splattering hotly and wetly on my face, I knew what 'overwhelmed' truly meant. My mind completely blanked. I was aware of my tongue moving over my lips, but it felt like I was watching it from outside my body. I was aware of my hands moving across my torso, scooping up thick globs of cum and raising them to my lips like a man in the desert getting his first drink of water. I felt my eyes drift upwards, locking my gaze onto my mate's as he watched me do my best to imbibe all that he had given me.

I don't know how long I was like that for. I fell back into my mind like waking from a dream. My vision refocused. I was cleaner, but not fully clean. Above me I could hear Ben's snarling, though that had subsided. His cock was still an angry red, still stiff, still huge, still tempting. I willed myself to my feet. My knees ached, but there was one thing I knew I needed to do before I left the basement. I hadn't even thought about how I was going to clean-up, what Jed would say when/if he saw me. That was a problem for future me.

On shaky legs, I walked around and lifted my arm to my lover's claw. The black pseudo-talon grazed my skin, but I barely felt it at first. Then the burning came, an itching that crawled up the uninjured parts of my arm and made its way towards my heart. It was the curse, it was my purpose for coming down here. I tried to stand on my toes to kiss Ben on the cheek, but his snarling head and new height made it impossible. Instead, I just rested a cum-covered hand on his chest, feeling his raging heartbeat under my fingers.

“See you next full moon, dear.”