Repressed Emotion
I opened the front door to the motel room with my left hand that was matted with my own dried blood. Holding my right arm tightly to my chest I winced as I inhaled, my ribs screaming in protest to the beating they undertook earlier tonight. Tangling with a fully gone Were-wolf is never pleasant, to say the least. Almost had my arm snapped in two fending off a mouth full of fangs, saliva, and garlicky breath (poor woman was eating a pizza when she changed). After being released from the scene, the woman restrained and in a drug induced sleep, I caught a ride back to my motel with Annabelle, my assistant and, reluctantly, case partner. She was picking up another team mate from the scene after the brawl with the were-wolfess rendered his motorcycle unusable, so that gave me time to take a shower, clean my wounds again, and order pizza.
Couldn't help but have a craving for it, I admitted to myself as I stripped down in my bathroom while the shower water splashed in the tub behind the opaque shower liner. I was a mess. 'Damnit Neth, you had to be the sarcastic door salesman'. I chided myself as I gazed at my battered body in the mirror. My chest wrap removed, bandages on my thigh on the floor around my ankles, and gauze and tape cast on my arm being removed, I had seen better days.
'Lone Baller survived at least,' I told my reflection before grimacing and sticking my tongue out in response to removing the bandages on my arm. Probably not the best idea to remove those so early, as fresh blood painted the white inside of the bandages I threw away into the trash basket along with the others. The were-wolfess was a bit fixated on trying to neuter me when not crushing some other part of my body. I stepped into the shower after pulling the shower curtain aside, promptly hissing as the steaming hot water splashed on my numerous lacerations. I was thankful for the small measure of resistance my fur offered to protect the bruises underneath. I stepped forward and pressed my hands against the cool, small, porcelain tiles that decorated the inside of the shower (Not sure if they're clean or not, at this point I didn't feel like being the picky bleeding person of the motel), letting the hot water stream down my back and shoulders, dripping from the edges of my hair as I let my head hang and pouring down the crevices between my neck and shoulders. 'It's been one hell of a day Neth.' I admitted, closing my eyes and letting my head rest against the tiled wall.
I'm not sure how long it was, but when I came to, things were different, to say the least. I couldn't feel any throbbing, sharp pain, restricted breathing, no bloody nose smell, heck, no blood smell at all. Also, the shower tub seemed smaller, and shouldn't the water be a lot hotter than I felt it, a mere lukewarm state? I was ravenous as well. Just the thought of food was making me drool, which is pretty embarrassing by the way. I don't remember exiting the bathroom clearly, or drying off, I just remember opening the fridge and eating anything I had stored inside. That's when I smelled it. Pizza. Coming from Annabelle's adjoined room. I crossed the room in what seemed to be a blink of my eye, grabbing the handle with my massive hand and wrenching the door open with little effort, in fact, the entire door came off. What? What was going on? I never could do that, even on my best day...but the smell was stronger now. Drooling from my parted mouth, I heard faint screaming which drew my attention away from the scent and towards another. Annabelle, clad in her dainty nightgown which did little to suppress her womanly endowments...and on her bed was a large meat-lovers style pizza with only a couple of slices taken out of it.
I leapt towards the bed, Annabelle flinging herself off and onto the floor as I attacked the abandoned pizza. Oh god the flavor was heaven. I knew Annabelle was staring at me, hands covering her mouth as I looked up and asked if she minded. I don't know what I said really, sounded more like grunts. Then it hit me as I swallowed the last bit of pizza, licking my chops clean of sauce and grease that made my body shake in delight. I'm a fucking werewolf...were-fox? No matter, I was still hungry. There was a new scent in the air now that drew my attention, again making me salivate and a pain of hunger prick away at my insides. I scanned the room with my eyes, trying to sniff and observe what smell it was. It was pungent, but not in a way I found repulsive. Just strong, close....very close. Annabelle was inching closer to me, I could see her mouth moving, but her words barely registered in my head.
Annabelle didn't wear any panties at night. That's what I was smelling. It was her! Not just /her/ but, everything. I could pick up the faint, rapid beating of her heart, buried within her chest. Her quickened breaths making her chest rise and fall in a seductive manner I could barely understand how I never noticed it before. I felt a new sort of hunger then, one that burned brightly and made me growl soft and deep. I eased off the bed and stood up, Annabelle looking up at with eyes wide with fear and with an enticing innocence of vulnerability. Then her gaze fell lower and she jumped back against the dresser that made the television on top shake with the impact. Her tail rigid, upright, fur standing on end...much like a cat's, which made me wonder for a brief second how she could have done that.
That heat, that searing hunger from before returned as I inhaled, drawing in a fresh scent of her body, catching the glow of her stripes that made me tilt my head and take a large step towards. She scrambled away, rather, towards me and underneath my legs, tail brushing my thick, erect member and heavy ball, making my body shudder in the briefest pleasure. Again, my mental processing power must've been slow but, it was only then I registered that her stripes were glowing. Annabelle has this unique...condition. When she gets aroused, her stripes glow a faint light blue that stood out against her indigo fur. Despite the fear I could register dancing in her teal eyes, her scent betrayed her just as much as her stripes.
Now, normally I wouldn't ever touch Annabelle. I wasn't attracted to her. Yeah, I admit she's fucking gorgeous, I am a man after-all, but holy hungus, tonight? Well, tonight my were-body had plans for her, despite any normal protest I could mentally muster. My body seemed to move on its own accord, the need to sate my lustful appetite encroaching upon my will again and again, losing reason the more I inhaled her scent and took her barely hidden body into my bestial view. She was speaking again, I could see her bright teal tongue in her mouth, wishing it were licking up my shaft before she buried my size within her short muzzle.
I couldn't really tell what happened next, it was so fast and my body moved quicker than I anticipated. This was the real were-wolf's curse. You just had to go along for the ride, let your body do what it wanted. It was theorized that your most repressed part of your psyche would be unleashed...well, my sexuality was my most repressed part. Oh hell's bell's, damnit Annabelle I am so, so, so, sorry. I watched as my lust driven were-body self, lunged forward (seriously disorienting when you're just plodding along in this body in first person) and trap Annabelle under him (me?) when she rolled over and threw open her nightstand, pulling out a tranquilizer pistol we had used on the were-wolfess earlier. Already I started to undulate my hips once on top of her, her tail in the way so my were-wolf pre just smeared on her fur as she squirmed underneath, her glow becoming brighter the more aggressive I became. Then there was a pain I wasn't expecting, her foot, my crotch, major whimpering. I guess as a were-being, some parts of the body are more sensitive, well, having one testicle that's sensitive already being exponentially tuned up thanks to a biological curse...well I was whimpering. Annabelle squirmed out from underneath me as I held my nut, my were-wolf tool drooling ( seriously, a bit disturbing how my body liked to drool when excited in this state) thick, pre-cum that filled the room with my sexual musk.
What happened next surprised me, both my normal self and my were-self persona thing that had taken control. I expected Annabelle to tranq my transformed ass and play hard to get until the drugs kicked in. Nope, wrong. I found my muzzle lashed closed with a belt, my partner moving in a frenzy as she wound it securely around my features and buckled it tight. I shook my head trying to get away, trying to get the rigged muzzle off, but Annabelle wasn't having it. She was yelling and grunting at me, which I still hardly understood. It sounded like the Peanuts Club headmaster, speaking through a trombone. All said and done, I was muzzled, couldn't bite her which I had the sudden urge too and found myself incredibly aroused by the lack of control I suddenly had.
Annabelle had a wicked smile on her face, our scuffle had ripped her see through night gown into pieces which she dropped onto the floor. Spreading her legs, (Oh god I can't believe this is happening) she turned around and lifted her tail, leaning forward on the bed and snaked her hand up her thigh. Her fur was slick and the smell that came from her loins completely exposed and pointed towards me...I think I came a little it was so intoxicating. She was wiggling her hips, beckoning me forward. My primal were self didn't waste time and soon had my cock slipping through her thighs, rubbing her aroused lips with my girth as I held her tightly around the middle and shoulder while undulating my hips and trying to get my cock into her slick, hot moist hole she had presented to me earlier. I felt her take my cock in her hand, the touch slowing my motions as she stroked my (Okay, improved, there I said it.) portions which she found absolutely delightful but the fresh scent and feel of her fem-lube trickling onto my tool she grinded on while holding it against her body. My primal self did nothing to stop her, while I was aghast with what was going on. (Holy shit did it feel fucking amazing though! I admitted to myself later...guiltily)
Then, with a small slide forward and lift of my tip. Bam, right in the kisser. I didn't waste any time as I buried my tool past her lips and to the point where my knot (still not fully enlarged mind you) spread her lips at the sudden invasion and were unable to move forward. I don't know what Annabelle was feeling. Pain? Lust? Bliss? It had to be a combination because she went still on my tool and I felt her body quivering. (Seriously, it's like she turned into a constricting wet vibrator on me). A flush of warmth splattered on my groin and ran down her thighs, the scent overpowering and making me drunk with lust. This was my eternal hunger. I wanted more, all of her, then after that, more! It was a scary revelation, and I could only feel and enjoy the brutal consummation as I pounded my tool into her time and time again, feeling more of her orgasms and her silent screams as her body jiggled and bounced forward with my thrusts. I remember looking up into the mirror, she was panting, eyes closed, breasts swinging, stripes glowing brightly. Her nipples glowed too, another perk I never knew she had. It was a bit of self voyeurism, watching Annabelle be fucked mercilessly by a large, salt and pepper gray furred fox were-wolf in the mirror across the motel room. The bed was shaking from our actions and I swore I felt it come close to buckling when with a large thrust I picked Annabelle off the floor and forced her face down onto the bed where I covered her with my body as I finally climaxed. Beast folk cum a large amount, let me tell you. Harkens back to our feral ancestry where males came a lot, in a very liquid state and hoped that some of that massive volume made his mate become pregnant. Now, fast forward to a modern age, we still spew a lot, not as much though, and its thicker. Now that being said and done, enough to kill any boners out there with a science lesson, we get to a were-wolf climax. Lots of spunk, abnormally thick, and sticky. I'll let you visualize the scene as I creamed Annabelle's raw sex. I couldn't even knot her, each time I buried my shaft inside her convulsing tunnel, it touched and pressed against her entrance which I'm sure wasn't pleasant to be rammed repeatedly.
Annabelle was a strong woman, and I have to admit it was a mind blowing experience to fuck her. The room was drowning with the smell of sex. Pheromones could be smelled throughout the entire floor, which we discovered next morning. Muzzled I could only growl, snarl, and moan to express my enjoyment of attempting to breed Annabelle. (Were-wolf's are sterile most of the time, few exceptions, thankfully, nothing happened when this occurred.) I held my tool inside, feeling her shuddering form underneath mine. She weakly grabbed my hands and tried to move, but I forced her down on the bed with my muzzled...muzzle, and prevented her from moving before I withdrew. When I finally did withdraw my cum (hers and mine) slobbered appendage from her, she rolled over, eyes rolling back in her head before she weakly shook it and tried to focus on me. I examined her, crouching on all fours to be at the beds level. Remember how I said extra thick? Yeah, well, it looked like pancake batter was liberally applied. It pooled out of her stretched opening and dribbled onto the motel rooms carpet. Like any canine, I cleaned up my 'mate'. The action only drew a flurry of strikes on my head as Annabelle batted me away before limply lying on the bed with arms out to her side. I didn't know what to do, neither did my primal self as I hopped up on the bed and did the most doggish thing I'd ever do in my life. Whined and nuzzled, then flopped over next to her and fell asleep, just like any guy would do.
Ending this little story, I awoke half a day later. Annabelle was staring at me, lying on her side with an evil grin. I had a lot of questions, because I thought I dreamt of werewolves and a massive orgy. Turns out, it was just the one with Annabelle and her multitude of orgasms and me being a were-wolf. She wouldn't take the belt off my muzzle either, despite my attempts to remove it she reached down quickly and gave my protruding tip a flick with her fingers. So she wasn't the only one who was sore, as my loins felt as if I had been set on fire. She tormented me the rest of the day, no sex though, thankfully. I think I can deal with only one Annabelle Ameria Vorusha once in my mortal life...despite the many attempts I'd know she'd try in the future.