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I woke up in an entirely white and immaculate room, above me shone an equally white light, but it was not blinding, although at first I had to close my eyes again to adapt to the illumination of the place. On one side, there was a door, on the other, sat a person who, noticing my awakening, immediately rushed to embrace me, at the same time shouting towards the door for some nurse or doctor, which confirmed my suspicions.

"Lucas, you're awake, thank God!" William, the person next to me, who was now threatening to choke me with his hugs, who was also my boyfriend, cried out between sobs.

"William," I mumbled, still not fully awake or recovered, as my voice was weak, "I can't breathe."

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry!" He immediately pulled away from me a little, so I could breathe normally again.

"How long have I been here?" I asked.

"You've been unconscious for almost two days," he replied.

"How did I get here?" I continued the interrogation, not remembering the last events very well.

"We brought you the very moment we found you," he answered. He wanted to continue, but at that moment doctors and nurses arrived. After checking all the vital signs, doing some tests and making some recommendations, they left us alone.

"Do you remember what happened to you?" William continued.

"I remember going out into the woods," I answered, "I remember it was in the afternoon, I wanted to take some samples, but it took me too long, and when I least expected it, night had already fallen on me."

"Yes, I remember you told me you were going to the woods," William confirmed, "but you don't remember what happened to you when night fell?"

"I retraced my steps," I continued, doing my best to try to remember what had happened that night. "As usual, I had made marks on the trees to guide me, plus my phone still had a battery, so I was using the GPS to find my way. I think I had gone too far in, so I never made it out of the woods..."

"You did go pretty deep," he corroborated. "You were lying on the ground, completely unconscious, with a torn shirt and a bite on your arm. The backpack you were carrying was also on the floor with its contents scattered around. Can you remember what happened that night?"

A shiver ran down my spine as he described the scene I had been found in. I then made the greatest effort to elucidate what had happened that night, but my memory was in chaos, only fragments too fuzzy to reach my mind.

"I continued walking. The forest was silent, too silent I would say," I answered, "I think there was a point where I thought I heard something moving in the undergrowth... I assumed it was some wild animal. I kept walking, I think I kept hearing that sound every so often... I stopped at some point, turned around to try to see what it was. I remember I pointed my flashlight in some direction..." As my memories came back I felt my heart increasing the frequency of its beating. "I think I saw a pair of eyes glowing in the dark. I think something jumped out at me."

"Do you remember what that thing looked like?" William insisted.

"No," I answered, my voice wavering, my words slurred.

William didn't press any further, he simply stood up and pressed a kiss to my lips, which snapped me out of the panic attack I was experiencing.

"When I saw that you didn't come home, I immediately called your cell phone, when I realized that you didn't answer I got worried. The next morning I went immediately to look for you. Fortunately I found the trail you left behind in the trees, so I located you immediately. I called the authorities to pick you up in them very moment."

"Do you know if the police or the guard found anything about the identity of what attacked me?"

"That's the problem," William said. "They did find evidence, but it's too confusing. It looks like you were attacked by some kind of dog or wolf, from some of the tracks that were found, but there are also others that so far have not been identified. That's why I asked you."

"I'm sorry I can't be of more help," I said, a feeling of guilt invaded me at that moment, but it immediately vanished the instant William gave me a hug and a kiss.

"Don't worry, it's normal. The important thing is that you are well," he said with a reassuring smile on his face.

"Do you know how long I have to stay here?"

"No, I have to ask the doctors."

With that our conversation turned to more trivial matters. An hour later, one of the doctors appeared. William, as promised, asked him how long I should stay in the hospital. The doctor replied that, if everything remained normal, I would be discharged in a couple of days.

Two days later I was back home. Despite all the care and attention I received at the hospital, I was very homesick. The first thing I did after walking in the door was head to the bathroom and take a long shower. I'm usually pretty thrifty with water, but that day I indulged myself. I let the water run and completely wash away that hospital smell, so unpolluted, but at the same time so nauseating.

I did practically nothing the rest of the day except watch TV or dive into the internet. William took good care of me all day: he prepared both lunch and dinner, showered me with cuddles or was simply present. Late at night, when we were about to go to bed, I was assaulted by an attack of libido. I don't consider myself a very libidinous person, I can perfectly well go for weeks without having the need to have sex or even touch myself, but that night was different, it was as if I had returned to adolescence. An embracing fire flooded me, I immediately became more affectionate than usual, something that quickly indicated to William what I wanted, although it would have seemed strange to him, since normally he was the one who had to give the signals.

It was a night like any other, although my boyfriend told me that somehow it had been more intense. He commented that I was more daring and hot, that many times I had caught him taking the initiative, something quite uncharacteristic of me, I'm more of a let myself go kind of guy. I asked him if that bothered him, he flatly denied it, he even liked it. He confessed that he had often fantasized about me taking more of the initiative.

The next morning was even more atypical, as my horniness showed no signs of dissipating. Seeing that William was still completely asleep, but with a hard erection, I pounced on it and milked him without further ado.

"What are you doing?" he exclaimed in alarm when he saw me sucking his cock.

"I'm still horny," I answered without further ado, "Do you mind if I continue?"

"No," he stammered. "It's just that you caught me off guard."

After that answer I went back to my work. I pushed his penis all the way in, tasted the pre-seminal fluid that had been gushing out all that time, bobbed my head up and down the length of his penis. My boyfriend closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation more, then placed one of his hands on my head and directed my movements and the speed and depth of the blowjob. I wanted so much for him to come inside me, I wanted to taste and swallow all his cum, without wasting a drop, I was hungry.

"William, I don't know what's happening to you, but I like it," said my boyfriend between moans. I just kept licking and sucking his penis, I could feel some contractions and he was tighter, it was a matter of time before he came.

"Keep going!" He almost shouted, I simply started massaging his testicles while increasing the frequency of my work with his penis. A few moments later, he came completely inside my mouth, it seemed as if he had not done it yesterday when he penetrated me, because he ejaculated profusely, I did not waste a drop.

Once I recovered, I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Another oddity occurred that day, I was never a big eater, especially at breakfast, yet I ate as much as William: a pitcher of chocolate milk, two eggs and two slices of bacon. Such an appetite remained for the rest of the day.

"I'm a little worried," William said to me during dinner, "are you by any chance anxious or something?"

"No," I answered just before devouring a nice piece of pork steak.

"It's just that the amount of food you're eating is a lot more than you're used to, not to mention that you're eating quite a lot of meat. You, who are practically a vegetarian."

"You always scolded me for not eating enough," another piece of meat went into my mouth. "Now that I'm eating a little more, are you going to lecture me too?"

"It's not that, honey, it's just that it's not normal for you," he lowered his voice a little, to avoid prolonging the discussion, "it's just that I'm worried."

As I chewed that piece of meat, I thought about what had happened. He was right, after living together for so long, he already knew all my quirks, that they suddenly started to change, especially after the incident of a few days ago, was reason to worry.

"Excuse me," I said.

William didn't respond, he simply walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"You don't have to, but we can see a specialist if you want."

"I'll think about it."

Dinner passed without further mishap, a few hours later we were in bed. Again I was assaulted by the urge to have sex, William, on the other hand, lay peacefully in bed. I slowly approached him, gave him a few kisses on the cheek, on the right ear facing me, then kissed him on the mouth, positioned myself on top of him and placed my arms on either side of his head as I continued to devour his mouth. Normally he was the one kissing me intensely.

I then continued kissing and massaging every part of his body, I even went so far as to give him some bites on his neck, as well as some parts of his torso. A few moments later, his penis was bumping against my buttocks.

"Do you like it?" I asked as I rubbed his member against my buttocks. William simply nodded. For a few moments I stopped the action to fetch the lubricant. Once in my hand, I smeared his penis, after which I also applied some to my anus. Once that was done, I slowly sat back on his hips, letting his penis slowly enter me. Once inside, I rocked on top of him, perfectly controlling the rhythm and depth.

"How do you like that I took the initiative?" I asked again, my hips swaying over hers, my own member slapping my boyfriend's belly from time to time.

"Yes," he answered between moans, since I wasn't being very gentle.

I, as a reward, leaned down, stretched out his arms with my hands and kissed him, just as intensely as before. Then, I stood up for a moment and ordered him to sit on the edge of the bed, again sitting on his penis, looking him in the face. I continued the kissing and biting, also instructing him to do the same with me from time to time.

"Almost there," he moaned.

"Not yet," I ordered him.

"But..."

"No buts," as if to torture him further, I redoubled my efforts, but somehow he obeyed. I could see his face, a mixture of intense pleasure and tremendous eagerness to ejaculate.

When I knew I was about to ejaculate, I signaled him to do so. As if I had flipped a switch, my insides were bathed by his warm seed, I, on the other hand, ejaculated on his belly and chest. We both cummed for a while, between panting and sweating from the intensity of the orgasm.

When I had finished, I pushed him down on the bed and licked up the semen I had ejaculated, but I did not swallow it, but gave it, through a kiss, to William. After that atypical session, I finally fell asleep next to him without waking up until the next day.

As the days went by, my behavior became more dominant, as well as lustful. I even went so far as to buy some toys like leashes, handcuffs, as well as harnesses. Some physical changes also began to occur: my body hair became thicker, my voice deeper, I had more appetite, in addition to my predilection for meat. William, on the other hand, was becoming more and more submissive, although he also began to experience some physical changes similar to mine, but to a lesser extent.

It was one night in the middle of the month that I decided to take another step. That night, as had become customary, I was roping my boyfriend to the bed. It was when I spread his legs on either side, thus exposing his practically virgin hole were it not for the anilingus I frequently performed on him, that a new impulse assaulted me.

"William," I called him without taking my eyes off that pink, closed hole, "I'd like to be an asset.

William did not answer immediately. It was no wonder, I had always been a passive, while he was an active. However, something in his eyes told me that he was a little curious to try it.

"This took me by surprise," he replied, "although, to be honest, I'm a little curious.

Without further delay, I began to lick his anus to relax it. As soon as I placed my tongue on that spot and gave a few licks, I could hear some moans from him. Although I wanted to move quickly to action, I controlled myself, I enjoyed every moment in which my tongue was gradually relaxing the walls of that region, how it was introduced inside, pressing the inner walls to give enough space for my member to enter without problems, as well as the moans and spasms of pleasure that my boyfriend was giving.

Once the preparation stage was over, I poured lubricant on my penis, which during the whole process had not relaxed for a moment, besides having been producing pre non-stop. Then, I began to insert it inside little by little.

"Ah!" my boyfriend shouted.

"Come on, take it like a champ," I joked, "Besides, it's not that hard, I've been doing it for years."

Once he was in, I started to move my hips back and forth, I started slowly, but as time went on I sped up. It was a new sensation, it was tight and warm, plus, the slaps of my pubis, against the bottom of his pelvis, felt good, not to mention William' moans.

"Do you like it?" I asked, staring at him.

"Yes," he answered, "It feels very good."

"Do you like my cock inside your ass?"

"Yes, I love the way you tear it up."

"Do you want me to fill you with my milk?"

"Yes, fill me full," he said between moans.

This sensation was very comfortable for me. I increased the intensity, as well as the frequency of my thrusts, I bent forward to kiss him, then bite his neck, as much as my jaws would allow me without drawing blood, I was grunting with satisfaction, I was behaving almost like a beast in heat. On the other hand, William showed no signs of complaining, on the contrary, he was asking for more and more, for me not to stop.

"That's it, be my bitch," I growled in his ear, he responded with another moan, which I drowned out with another kiss of my own, a kiss with which I invaded his mouth with my tongue, I went over every corner of that cavity, I bit his lower lip, as well as the upper one, I played with his tongue, I went over his teeth.

Finally, the climax came. My prostate emptied with a copious load into William's rectum, my hips involuntarily pressed forward, trying to go as deep as possible. That wasn't the only one, more followed, each with a little less semen. I was panting from the effort, after all, it was my first time as an active. Once I had recovered, I pulled away from my boyfriend, untied him and curled up next to him, with one of my hands I played with his penis until he climaxed.

Similar scenes followed one after the other during the next few days. It seemed that we had both accepted our new roles: me as active, him as passive. More toys accumulated in our room, as well as new games. I had taken a liking to acting dominant, so leashes, harnesses, handcuffs and ropes were practically part of our games. Also, as I had gained more strength those days, we were able to try some positions that were unthinkable before.

William also experienced some physical changes, although not as drastic as mine. His muscle mass was greater, as was his appetite or the amount of body hair. Any of our acquaintances who saw us at that time would be amazed at our appearance. We were quite normal: slim, with hardly any definition, practically hairless, although William always had a little more hair than I did. Actually, I was a little taller, just over six feet, while William was a little shorter than me. Our musculature was quite marked, as if we had received a strong training for three years: broad backs, thick necks, strong arms, imposing pecs, rigid and marked abs, as well as firm legs. We had both grown beards, mine had become an impenetrable forest, William' was just as bushy, but much shorter.

It had been a month since the attack, so much had happened since then. Both my boyfriend and I felt more vigorous and fearless, not to mention the physical changes we had experienced. That day, however, we felt somewhat anxious, more energetic than usual. We were then sitting in the living room, pondering what to do with our lives until someone knocked at the door.

"Good morning,” answered a man even older than me who appeared when William opened the door, ”You must be William and Lucas, if I'm not mistaken."

Out of curiosity, I got up from my seat and went to the door, right next to my boyfriend. I must say that the man was extremely attractive. Not only was he tall, but he was also quite well-built. He also had a very attractive beard and a voice that melted just by listening to it.

"That's right,” answered William. I could tell from his voice that he was also attracted to that man. Well, after having lived with him for so long, I knew more or less what kind of men he liked the most, which was quite similar to mine.

"My name is Wilfred,” the man continued, ”I was one of the people in charge of investigating William's attack a month ago.

For some reason I felt that he was lying, but, at the same time, his mere presence clouded or muffled that voice inside me that was screaming that something was wrong. It was as if I had gone into a trance.

"Oh, so it was determined what attacked me?"

"Indeed, a kind of wolf,” he answered promptly.

I was a biologist, and although wolves were relatively common in our country, I understood that in our region they had disappeared a long time ago. Again, alerts went off in my head, but, once again, his voice simply silenced it.

"For God's sake, where are our manners?" William exclaimed, “Come in, come in, and have a seat."

"Don't worry,” smiled Wilfred, after which he came into our house and sat down right on the sofa, with his legs spread wide, as well as his arms. In other circumstances, I would have felt a bit uncomfortable, but at that moment I didn't mind, it even felt natural.

"Would you like a coffee or something? -I asked.

"Yes, a strong one,” he answered.

I thought it was funny, lately William and I had been drinking our coffee pretty strong too. I headed for the kitchen, while my boyfriend stayed with Wilfred. Despite being somewhat apart from the living room, I was able to hear their conversation quite well, that was another thing that had also changed in me during that month, my hearing, as well as my sense of smell, had become quite fine-tuned. As such the conversation mainly revolved around the investigation, of what they were going to do with the beast, of whether they had captured it, to all of this, Wilfred was giving rather vague answers.

I brought the coffee and joined them in the conversation.

"So it was a wolf,” I said. -But I'd been told that the trail it left was rather strange.

"Indeed,” Wilfred took a sip of coffee before continuing, ”it may have some congenital malformation, but that it was a wolf there is no doubt."

"It amazes me that it has survived so long in that condition alone,” I added.

"It's very likely that it has survived on simple prey, unbelievably, we humans are one.

"I can't deny that last point,” I corroborated, ”but wolves tend to be quite surly."

"I guess you had the very bad luck to encounter a bolder one,” he guffawed. It was one of those infectious guffaws that, in less than an instant, had us all laughing together.

"Well, I guess you could say the case is over,” Wilfred finished. "However, it's such a nice day out there, I think it's a waste to spend it cooped up indoors."

William and I looked at him curiously.

"Wouldn't you like to have a picnic with me somewhere in the woods?"

Definitely, that question took us by surprise, but again, his personality didn't make us refuse, we accepted immediately.

"Let us get things ready quickly,” William replied.

A few minutes later the three of us were walking into the forest. Wilfred told us to follow him, as he knew of a particularly beautiful clearing, perfect for the day. We then followed Wilfred for a long way, possibly one of the longest we had ever walked in that forest.

Finally, Wilfred stopped in a clearing. As he had said, it was beautiful: in the middle was the stump of a tree already covered with moss and fungus, and around it grew various wildflowers, as well as some shrubs and saplings trying to grow as fast as possible to take the place of the old one. Butterflies fluttered in the air, while crickets and cicadas sang in the undergrowth.

We placed the blanket on the grass and some of the food on it, after which we ate amidst small talk, each telling something of his life. Wilfred proved to be an excellent conversationalist, as he went on and on for hours and hours until the sun was almost hidden behind the horizon.

"Is it so late already?" William exclaimed as he saw the night above them.

"Quick, let's pack up,” I continued.

"Don't worry, I know the way back,” Wilfred assured us.

We walked through the forest that was getting darker and darker. A certain worry began to invade William's and my hearts, as well as a certain anxiety. It was a strange feeling as if something inside you wanted to come out, something wild, primitive.

"What a beautiful full moon,” Wilfred stopped dead in his tracks and raised his head towards the forest canopy under which a beautiful full moon was visible. The instant my eyes fell upon it, my heart raced.

"You feel it, don't you?" Wilfred turned towards us, there was something different in his look, his eyes were shining, but it was like the brightness of the tapetum lucidum of some animals, that kind of brightness that is a product of the reflection of the ambient light.

"Wilfred...” I stammered, ”You're scaring us."

"You know?" He continued. "I lied about the investigation having determined that it was a wolf that attacked you, well, not quite. The truth is, it was left unresolved."

"What!" I shouted. For some reason, I sensed Wilfred bigger than usual.

"The case was shelved, it could never be determined what attacked you. As you know, the prints were too strange,” he continued. "But I know exactly what attacked you."

At that moment Wilfred was grinning from ear to ear, it was at that moment that I truly panicked. Those were not human teeth, those teeth were too sharp to belong to a person, and it wasn't that they were artificially sharpened, they were completely natural.

"And the one who attacked you was me,” he said at the moment he had us cornered against a hundred-year-old oak tree. My heart almost jumped out of my chest, a cold sweat soaked my skin and that man who looked bigger and more intimidating with each passing minute did not give us any escape.

"Yes, it was me who attacked you, in a few moments you will understand everything."

It was just after finishing that sentence that I could see how his face began to change. His jaw and nose lengthened and fused forward, erasing any trace of human countenance and replacing it with something more canine. The very tip of the nose darkened, enlarged, and took on a triangular shape, like a dog's snout. On the other hand, the ears lengthened and moved upward, and the copious black beard grew and spread all over the face.

"It can't be,” William muttered. My mind could not accommodate what my eyes were showing.

That black hair continued to spread all over his body as his muscles also grew under his clothes. Wilfred was a strapping man, now he looked like one of those bodybuilders who spent hours in a gym and consumed huge amounts of protein, but he still appeared to be aesthetically beautiful, his body didn't look deformed or unnatural (within reason, of course).

"I love this part,” Wilfred roared, his voice even deeper. Due to the absurd growth of his muscles, his clothes were doing a huge job of trying to contain his new mass, so small cracks were opening up everywhere. He grabbed his pullover with both hands and with a dry movement, pulled to both sides and tore the garment. A splendidly sculpted torso was visible under the dense layer of hair, there was hardly any fat, so the abdominal muscles were perfectly marked.

"This won't be necessary either,” he said as he ripped his pants and stood completely naked, revealing one of the biggest tools I had ever seen, which, much to my chagrin, looked tempting.

"Now only the two of you are left,” he said after getting so close that his wet snout almost touched the tip of my nose. -It may be uncomfortable for your first transformation, but you'll get the hang of it in no time.

I tried to say something, but William's scream stopped me. There beside me, my boyfriend was writhing in pain, so much so that he was rolling on the forest floor.

"Willi-aaargh," an unbearable pain invaded my face, so I also fell to the ground.

"Hehe, I'm going to enjoy this," Wilfred lay down in front of us, I tried to crawl to see if I could escape, but the pain was too intense. I felt my bones breaking and taking on new shapes, my face projecting forward, my teeth rearranging themselves, my ears slowly migrating upward. Of course, if a werewolf bit a person it transformed them into a werewolf. But then why was William transforming too?

"Just being exposed to bodily fluids is enough,” said Wilfred, who seemed to be able to hear my thoughts, ”and I gather that you have shared yours with him for quite some time."

I kept screaming, my voice getting deeper and deeper, as did my boyfriend's. I turned to look at him and saw that his face had been completely replaced by a wolf, with brown fur like his hair.

His clothes were also being pushed to the limit.

"If you resist, it will hurt more,” Wilfred advised, ”I know that despite the pain, you feel some pleasure."

He wasn't lying, especially now that I felt my muscles growing, something of satisfaction flooded my body, it was as if I enjoyed becoming stronger, more virile, more dominant. My body was practically high on testosterone. I wanted more, but I also didn't want to lose myself completely.

I heard the sound of clothes ripping, turned my head, and saw my boyfriend completely shedding the shirt he was wearing. I could see every muscle in his torso grow even bigger as his skin was covered by a dense layer of brown hair. Never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined William so big and burly. The mere fact of dominating someone as herculean as he was made my penis have an erection.

"That's right, Lucas,” William growled. God, it was too sexy a voice. "Let yourself go. It feels so good. All this strength, this power."

My head was torn between following my instincts and staying human, but my instincts were losing the battle. I could feel that primal force growing inside me, the muscles expanding as my libido increased. I could feel my shoulders becoming rounder, my arms more powerful, my chest broader. How my back grew bigger until it became a wall of pure muscle. I'm not going to lie, I loved it, and I wanted more.

In the end, my clothes ended up transforming into a ragged jumble. A layer of dense gray fur had covered my titanic body, sharp claws had replaced my hands and feet, plus a beautiful tail began to grow just above my butt. I sat up on my hind limbs, raised my eyes to the moon shining high in the night sky, and howled, both Wilfred and William did the same. Some time later I turned to Wilfred.

"It feels good, but why,” I asked him at the same time I was surprised at how low my voice had become, not as low as his, but higher than William's.

"I needed a pack,” he answered, ”I figured you guys would be perfect for it, after all, we have similar tastes."

It was at that moment that I noticed that he also exhibited a huge erection, my mouth watered at the sight of it. It was big and fat, some veins could be seen on its surface, and the rubbed tip peeked out from the foreskin.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked. I simply nodded, “Then let's not delay another minute."

The three of us moved closer and began to caress, kiss, and explore each other. I have to say that kissing with a muzzle was a little awkward at first, but it didn't take long for me to get the hang of it. Never in my life did I think I would have a threesome, with two well-built men no less. We took turns giving each other kisses, at the same time going over every inch of our skin with our huge paws. We got to a point where William was sandwiched between Wilfred and me, so while one was kissing him and playing with his pecs and abs, the other was kissing his neck, as well as enjoying his stunning back and juicy ass.

Slowly, we were taking him to the floor, Wilfred positioned himself in front of his groin, while I positioned myself in front of his head. Wilfred lifted William's hindquarters slightly so that his anus was in full view, I, on the other hand, told him to open his mouth. A few seconds later, William was sucking my thick cock, while Wilfred was eating his anus. I could see that the werewolf was an expert, as I could feel William's rales of pleasure.

"Now come here,” Wilfred called to me. I immediately left my position to stand next to him. He stopped what he was doing, started kissing me, and at the same time, carefully, with his fingers, began to dilate my anus. I had already forgotten what that felt like, but I didn't resist, I knew he was the alpha of the three of us. As we continued kissing, I could hear William's moans, as well as a wet sound, apparently he was masturbating with us.

"You are ready,” said Wilfred after breaking our kiss, ”now do as I tell you to do.

With a couple of hints I knew right away what he wanted to do: his plan was to ride me at the same time I was riding William. I then told my boyfriend to get on all fours, which he executed instantly. I moved closer to him, pushed his buttocks wide apart so that his anus was visible and slowly inserted my penis inside him. Shortly after, a paw gently pushed my head down, only to feel my own buttocks being pushed aside and something hard enter my rectum.

Wilfred was the one who set the pace, it didn't take us long to get in sync. I pushed when he pushed, I pulled when he pulled. It was a magnificent sensation, both my penis and my prostate were being stimulated at the same time.

"God, this is incredible!" I exclaimed between moans, “Don't stop."

"Heh, I knew you'd like it,” Wilfred replied, ”How about this then?" No sooner had he finished the sentence than he bit me on the shoulder.

"Harder,” I replied. At the same time, I pinched William's nipples, who had not stopped moaning all the time.

I could smell the scent of pre-seminal fluid, with my paw I groped William and discovered that he was secreting it as if it were a spring. Without further ado, I began to masturbate him.

"Lucas... no,” William complained, ”I don't want to come yet."

"You will when I tell you to.

"Ah! Okay."

That ride went on for another few minutes. All three of us were sweaty and on edge, especially me who was being stimulated by two places at the same time, but I held on, held on and held on, until I felt something warm drop into my loins, after which, as if it were a domino effect, William and I both came immediately. It was possibly one of the most profuse ejaculations I had ever had in my life up to that point. One ejaculation was not enough, it took as many as five to be able to empty everything and be satisfied.

The three of us remained united for a few moments, after which, little by little, we separated and lay down on the leaves of the forest, after which, we fell asleep.

When the sun's rays began to filter through the treetops, I woke up. I had returned to my human form, as had William and Wilfred, who were still asleep, but not for long; Wilfred was the first to open his eyes.

"So, do you want to be part of my pack?" Wilfred asked, I didn't have to think about it much, if every night was like that one, it was definitely a yes. William, once he had woken up, also accepted the proposal.

The three of us headed home that morning. Since that day, Wilfred has been living with us. We found out that we could not only transform into werewolves during the full moon but also at any time, we also learned a bit more about the history of this group, traditions, rules of conduct, etc. It turned out to be quite a fascinating world, after which, I'm glad I was able to enter.

Nayar Leng