{"sf1_id":750407,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Twice Bitten, One Guy","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2536,"posted_at":"2014-08-29T02:59:00.000Z","tags":["Adult","Extreme","Female","Human","Human male","Intense","M/F","Rough","Transformation","Vaginal","Werewolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/750407-twice-bitten-one-guy","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/750407","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=750407\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#9 of The Moonrise Chronicles","content":"                I found\nout quickly that Verona was as interested in my knowledge as she was of my\nbody. I think my body had more to offer, since I knew only what had transpired\nafter meeting and adopting Maggie. I was amazed at the readiness in which she\nwas will to go to bed with me, since she could have had any male (or female)\nthat turned her eye. She was that hot.\n                \"So Mr.\nPeterson. Do you have a first name?\"\n                \"Edward.\"\n                \"Hmmm.\nNot very impressive is it. Ed-ward.\"\n                I\nsmiled a little lamely. \"It's isn't really Edward. No one could spell it the\nway it was on my birth certificate. Mother spelled it like this, E-d-o-u-a-r-d.\n\"\n                \"Ahhh.\nThat's more like it. Mothers are always so good at giving things to their children.\nWhat about Maggie's real parents?\"\n                \"Maybe\nI should let her tell you that story.\"\n                \"Maybe\nyou should. But tell me this: a werewolf is confirmed in her family line,\ncorrect?\"\n                \"Her\nmother. She was killed by her father.\"\n                \"Hmmm.\nThis bears investigation.\"\n                \"You\nsound just like her.\"\n                \"I\nshould. We have more in common with each other than we do with you...I think. That\nremains to be seen.\"\n                \"What\ndoes that mean?\"\n                But she\nwas investigating the teeth marks on my shoulder. \"Did Maggie do this?\"\n                \"No one\nelse but her.\"\n                She\nchecked over each puncture wound and ran her fingers over them. \"She's a\nfighter in bed I see. You must be careful. I killed a lover once that way.\nThankfully I wasn't all gaga over him like Maggie is over you. But it was a sad\nday for me. I had to dispose of the body. That took me a month.\"\n                I knew\nI was stupid, but I had to wonder why it would take so long. I would think there\nwould be hundreds of places to dump a body. Then I felt the horror rising\nwithin me. Here I was justifying murder just to bed this girl, err, woman; err,\nwell you know. Still I had to ask.\n                \"Why a\nmonth?\"\n                \"Good God\nman, how much do you think I can eat in a sitting and still fit in those jeans?\"\n                I\nalmost laughed. Really. If I didn't think she would have taken my head clean\noff, I would have laughed. This was a sick, sick business.\n                \"Well,\nthose are nice jeans. Of course, they looked better on you.\"\n                \"What\nare you trying to say?\" She had a tinge of something in her voice.\n                \"That no\nmatter what you might wear, you'd make it look good.\"\n                \"Is\nthat so?\"\n                \"Yes!\"\nI stood my ground.\n                \"How\nabout this?\" She began to morph back into a werewolf. It was the weirdest\nthing. It wasn't night time, but we had already established that a werewolf could\nchange anytime, just the degree might vary. Verona had no trouble in transforming\ninto a mighty beast. And despite her fearsome appearance, I couldn't get her\nhuman body out of my mind.\n                \"Yes,\nyou look good like this too. Sorry, but there you have it. If I hadn't been\ndealing with Maggie and her constant alterations, I might have dropped over in a\ndead faint. But as it is, I've had sex with her, ranging from her fully feral\nform to her human form, and varying degrees in between.\"\n                \"She's\na little powerhouse then? I guess I'm not surprised. She lost the only person\nwho could teach her restraint.\" She held up her hand to forestall my\nobjections. \"I don't know how much you really know about our kind. It's sort of\nhard to write a book on it you know. There have been attempts to capture werewolves\nover the centuries to try and harness their power.\"\n                \"I know\nthe concept.\"\n                \"Maybe\nyou think you do. The legends make it sound like the bite of a werewolf will\nturn another person into a werewolf.\"\n                \"I hope\nnot!\" I said, rubbing my shoulder. \n                \"Shut\nup. This is serious business. There is some truth to those tales.\"\n                I\ngulped.\n                \"How\nso?\"\n                She\nsmiled at my sudden interest. \"There is no magical virus. What there are are\nantibodies. A werewolf, whether in human form or in feral form, has these in their\nblood and saliva, just like a regular human has their own types. So instead of\ngetting, say hepatitis from someone, which could affect anybody, a regular\nhuman is unaffected by our bite.\" Here she smiled. \"Well, that depends on how\ndeep it is.\"\n                I\nrubbed my shoulder. \"So I'm going to be fine then?\"\n                \"You'll\nbe fine either way, I'd say. Have you been feeling alright?\"\n                \"Yeah.\nI think so.\"\n                \"Think so?\nYou either feel fine or you don't.\"\n                \"Well,\nI got drunk last night waiting for Maggie to come back.\"\n                \"And\nhow did you feel in the morning?\"\n                \"Well,\nat two thirty in the morning I felt like crap. I even told Maggie to leave me\nalone. Bu I was just drunk.\"\n                \"Did\nyour parents drink?\"\n                \"No. It\nwas against their religion.\"\n                \"Do you\nnormally drink?\"\n                \"No.\"\n                \"Hmmmmm.\"\n                \"What?\"\nI was getting unnerved again.\n                \"Nothing.\"\nShe stretched out like a huge black dog on the bed. She laid her head down and\ngave me those eyes. I guess Maggie wasn't the only one who knew that trick. \"If\nyou think I'm beautiful like this, show me how beautiful you find me.\"\n                I knew\nshe was diverting me from our talk, but it worked. If she thought I was bluffing,\nshe had another thing coming. I was already pretty much undressed, not wishing to\nbe presumptuous.  What I did have on hit\nthe floor with barely a whisper.\n                What I didn't\nknow was that this was going to be the first time she had ever used her feral\nbody for sex. In a world of ninety nine point nine, nine, nine, nine, nine\npercent humans, her human form was all she had ever had the opportunity to\nrisk. Sure, there were probably guys out there who might be into something like\nthis, but finding them was next to impossible, since werewolves were impossible\nto comprehend. \n                She\nrolled on her back, and despite her fearsome appearance, she managed to look\nlike a needy pet looking for attention. I doubted this was a pose she adopted\noften, if ever.\n                I opted\nto put on my own show, rather than diving right in. Maggie was often impatient;\nwanting it now, now, now! There was something to be said for intensity, and\nsomething to be said for finesse. I had a feeling Verona liked a little of\nboth. There was only one way to find out.\n                I think\nI spooked her, kissing her belly. I really think she thought I'd back out of\nit. On a real dog, maybe (I really didn't know any more), but I knew what I was\ndealing with. I ran my hands through her thick fur and scratched her sides. I\nstifled a laugh when her leg twitched. \n                I dug\nmy nails in and worked away, sticking to the simple things. Over the next few\nminutes I worked her over, making my way ever lower. By the time I reached her\ncrotch she was a puddle. Her vulva was completely canine, but that didn't stop\nme. If anything, it made it more interesting.  \n                I\nkissed her belly and worked my way down, ignoring the fur. As I got to her\ncrotch I could smell a musky scent that under normal circumstances would have\nturned me off. Not now. It seemed to fill my nose and my brain with visions of,\nwell, never mind. It's none of your business.\n                I pried\napart her puffy lips, feeling the heat rising out of it like a fumarole. The\ncolor inside was red, and I mean like a whore's lipstick. She might as well\nhave been in heat with the way it looked. I moved over her and got my face down\nthere, and gave her a good solid lick. Her paws came down on my head. She\ngrowled out, almost inaudibly, \"Careful now.\"\n                What\nwas she going to do? Well, she could do a lot, but really, what could she do? I\ngave her another lick, followed by another. The more I did it, the more she\nchilled out. I think that this was as new to her as werewolves were to me. I'm\nsure she had oral as a human, but never like this. Her flavor and aroma were interesting,\nwhich sounds lame, but I was still getting used to it. It wasn't taking long.\n                Inside\nme, I was feeling a heat rising. It was a little more intense than passion, or\nlibido, or anything I had felt in the past. Maggie had talked about pheromones,\nand maybe being this close to an adult werewolf was enough for my inferior nose\nto sense them. Whatever the story was behind it, it went straight to my cock.\nIt got so hard it hurt. I swear the damn thing was trying to grow past its\nnormal bounds.\n                I\nwanted so badly to plunge into her, but I held back. I was going to show her I\nwasn't put off by her in any form. I got right down there and worked her slit,\nwedging my tongue in as far as it would go. Like my cock, my tongue strained at\nits boundaries. My skin was itching, and I was getting more and more antsy. I\ngrabbed her sides and forced my face into what I was doing. She growled deep\nfrom the depths of her throat.\n                I\nfinally had enough and climbed up. Without warning I stabbed into that red hot\nhole. It was wet and slippery and I drove in with the first try. She wasn't\nMaggie, but she was wonderful in a whole other way. She was hot, almost  feverishly warm. And from the second I was in,\nit felt like I was absorbing her excess warmth. I felt sweat beading up on my\nbrow and I hadn't even done anything to generate it yet.\n                I soon\ncorrected that. Her body was as disproportionate as Maggie's when she was in feral\nform, but I didn't let that slow me down. I grabbed her furry legs and worked\nher over so furiously that in any other case it would have been considered\nrape. Her legs were pretty strong, and it was a job keeping them under control.\nThat thought made me think of that poor fellow in the park. Then the thought\nwas gone. He was dead and I was here. That made all the difference in the\nworld.\n                Raping\na werewolf. Who would have believed such a thing? Who would have believed that\nwerewolves were real? So I guess I was living some sort of terrible fantasy. I\nspiked her like a swordsman testing his blade; repeatedly sinking my cock into\nher like there was no tomorrow.  I was so\nintent that everything else blurred. I became absorbed in all things that comprised\nher. My focus narrowed until all I could smell; all I could see and all I could\nhear was her.\n                Her\nheartbeat was pounding. Not only could I hear it, I could feel it right where\nit counted. Pretty soon it felt like I was matching her beat for beat. I could\nfeel the pounding in my head, and it traveled through all the way to my toes.  It became a drumbeat that I couldn't ignore. I\nsoon matched my strokes to it, and I sensed she was doing the same. I don't know\nwhy it was so different from Maggie, but it was, in a real big way.\n                My eyes\nblurred and soon all I could sense was her body under me. I could feel her\nclaws rake over me, but there was no pain. After all the sex I had been having\nwith my daughter, I would have thought that I was tapped out. Somewhere down\nthe line, my body hadn't gotten the message.\n                I\nslammed away, feeling like I was getting deeper and deeper with each pass. Then,\nall at once, she clamped up tight. No matter how hard I tried, I was going\nnowhere. It was as it her body had sudden undergone rigor mortis. Well, that part\nof her anyway. She was as stiff inside as I was.\n                Then\nwith a snarl, she let loose and slammed my body into hers. It was like hitting\nbrick wall. It wasn't painful like hitting something that solid, but it was as\nabrupt. Her long arms engulfed me and held me tight as her body bucked and\nshook. She let of a low snarl, then a roar, making any similar sound that came\nfrom Maggie's lungs mere yips and mews.                 \n                I felt\nmyself cumming. It was as if she was squeezing it out of me. It was under so\nmuch pressure I thought that I would burst before it made it out. I began to\nsee red, and my ears buzzed, and before it was all over, I was gripping her\nflesh hard enough to make my fingers hurt.\n                I don't\nknow who was working harder, because it was all a jumble to me. When I cut\nloose, I wasn't even able to tell if I was upside right our hanging head down.\nHer cunt felt like a teat cup on a milking machine, pulling the fluid from me\nrather than me pumping it in. I came with a cry and fell, motion less and out\nof breath on the floor.\n                I don't\nknow how I got on the down there, but Verona was there with me. It was all a\nred hazed blur in my mind. My lungs were heaving, my legs were rubber and\ninside I was totally disjointed from reality. I barely had the presence of mind\nto note the one other person in the room. It was, of course, Maggie.\n                \"God,\nyou guys are animals! I'd tell you to get a room, but look what you did to this\none. Next time take it out into the park!\" She stamped her feet and disappeared\ninto the main sitting room.\n                Verona changed\never so slowly back to her human self. \"Hmm. Not a bad idea. You want to try\nthe park some time?\"\n                I winced.\nI was in so much pain it wasn't funny. \"Sure. Just give me a couple of days to\nheal.\"\n                She\nrolled over and straddled me. I don't know where she got the strength. \"Sure.\nBut if all your going to do is whine about healing when there's nothing wrong\nwith you, I think I'll give you something to whine about.\" And she bit me on\nthe other shoulder! Women!."}