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"We're here. This is the surprise." James stopped in the center of an old, weathered stone circle. Around us were two dozen gigantic boulders, scattered about the mountaintop like the teeth of a sleeping giant. There was almost no vegetation to shield us from the howling, icy winds, no trees and not even bushes, just a sparse layer of lichen on the barren stone, covering weathered engravings and ancient depictions of humans and wolves. I was glad that I had put on an extra sweater and my thickest winter jacket. Otherwise, I would've frozen to death on this heap of rock and rubble. In a two-hour trek, we had hiked from his home through the uncharted wilderness to the top of the highest hill in the region, and that was it? That was the promised surprise? Although, I suspected that there was more to these ancient ruins than just a few old stones.

"Alright, tell me, James, why are we here? What are these rocks actually about?" I wondered as I wandered about the stone circle, casually inspecting the dull boulders. At least the view from up here was terrific, and I could oversee the mesmerizing landscape, the lush green of the endless forest, the glittering of the streams and rivers cutting through the vegetation, and in the distance, even the shine and smoke of the cities, of the civilization I had left behind.

"This is an old werewolf shrine. It has been erected in a spot where the power lines of the earth cross, infusing this area with special energy," James explained with an excited smile and reverently patted one of the weather-worn pillars. Unlike me, he didn't seem to mind the harrowing cold one bit. He hadn't even bothered to wear anything at all and was stark naked. It probably was the werewolf blood in his veins that kept him warm.

James kept talking on about the details and specifics of this ritual site, but his words quickly blurred in my mind. His burly body was just too distracting for me to keep listening. The whole hike, I had been busy trying not to trip and fall on the treacherous terrain, but now that I could let my mind wander, I was quickly ensnared by his raw, unfiltered sex appeal. Over the last month, James had only ever transformed once, so I had spent most of my time with him in his human form, but even so, he was a werewolf of a man. He had a strong body, a slight, soft belly, well-defined muscles, enchanting brown eyes, and a gentle face, his tan skin covered by a dense layer of curly black hair. Not to mention his huge, juicy cock and plump balls. While I preferred the raw power and beauty of a transformed werewolf, I've come to appreciate his untransformed shape as well.

Besides, regardless of his form, it was still the same heart that beat in James's chest, one that was vast and caring, and the same mind resided in his skull, a fusion of man and beast, more feral and untamed than most men could ever hope to be. My initial reluctant curiosity about him had soon blossomed into more lust, affectionate kisses and deep blowjobs, tight cuddles and unrestrained sex. After all, he was still my mate, and I was still his bitch, no matter what he looked like, and the fact that we spent all day together definitely boosted my desire even more.

"Max, are you even listening?" James interrupted me with a knowing smirk.

"Huh, yes, of course! Old stones, werewolves met here to howl at the moon, something about transformations?"

"Not bad, hun. Though, keep your eyes up here just for a moment. This is actually important," the werewolf chuckled and sauntered toward me, cupping my head and pulling me up to his face. After a quick kiss on the lips, just long enough to warm my body with his affection, he continued, "This shrine not only facilitates transformation, empowering werewolves who change within its area of influence, it can also infuse the body of any ordinary human with new powers."

"Magical powers? Can it turn me into a werewolf?" A fairly futile hope as he had told me that you couldn't become a werewolf. You could only be born as one. And even if you had werewolf blood in your veins, it still took the bite of a transformed werewolf to awaken the latent curse and unleash that werewolf nature. A logical but slightly disappointing explanation to all those werewolf bites mentioned in tales and legends.

"Unfortunately, this shrine can't make you one. It is powerful, but not that powerful," James dampened my excitement. "No, we're here so you can receive the blessing of the moon and establish a link with me."

"A blessing? What does it do? And what kind of link are we talking about?"

"The blessing is pretty straightforward. You'll be infused with the power of the moon, making you stronger and more durable," the werewolf promised. "As for the link, it only reinforces what already exists. As mates selected by fate, we're tied together more than most ordinary beings. This ceremony will strengthen the existing tie and allow us to find each other by our hearts alone. Whatever might happen, we will always feel each other even if we should get separated. You know, it's mostly a tactical consideration as it allows us to split up and find each other with ease, hopefully making it easier to cover our tracks if we need to."

While I was still a little miffed that the shrine couldn't turn me into a werewolf like him, its actual effects still sounded exciting. It would improve me -- somehow -- and it would strengthen my tie with the werewolf, and that was all I needed to hear to be on board. After all, there was a good reason why I needed any enhancement I could get. A cold shiver ran down my spine as he reminded me of the werewolf hunters. That jumble of people with wildly varying ideologies and motivations united by a singular hatred of werewolves. They devoted their lives to eradicate all of them and even their collaborators, and they were surprisingly powerful and numerous, while we were only two men in a forest.

At least, I wasn't alone, and James was here to protect me. I didn't want to imagine what would've happened if I hadn't taken his offer and joined him. Those hunters were relentless and didn't shy away from collateral damage. It was ironic that the only person who kept me safe was the one who had brought me into this predicament in the first place, but I didn't reproach him for it. It had been an accident, and I had long forgiven the werewolf for his slip-up. Besides, my life had become a lot more exciting ever since our fateful encounter. Sure, I was now closer to death than ever before, but for the first time, I felt truly free. Not to mention that my ex-coworker had treated me with more respect and kindness than anyone ever before. Even though I was living in his home, at his cost, and at his mercy, he had quickly integrated me into his decisions and granted me a stay that rivaled the most expensive hotels. Even if I shouldn't live to see the next week, every second with him was more thrilling than entire days of my dull life before.

"Alright, tell me. What do I need to do?" I asked.

"Do you see that recess in the center of the shrine? It's crucial for the ceremony. I need you to get in there..."

"Alright, and what happens once I'm inside?" I wondered as I moved toward the stony pit.

"First of all, I need to transform into a werewolf for the ceremony." James joined me and put a hand on my shoulder. Grinning saucily, he whispered, "And then I have to cum all over you. That's literally all I have to do. The moon will do the rest for me."

"Seriously, you just nut on me, and that works? There's nothing more to it?"

Looking at the setting sun on the horizon, drenching the world in a deepening orange, James sighed, "It's not about the act. It's about the location, hun. Wait a few more minutes, and once the full moon rises, you'll see why this place is special. Shall we bridge the time and share some warmth? I can't help but notice your... eagerness." Without missing a beat, he pulled me into a bear hug and gave me a deep kiss, parting his lips and wrapping his tongue around mine. His hands wandered on my shoulders, and he forcefully pushed me down until I yielded and dropped to my knees.

I gasped hotly as the delicious sight of his ten inches of uncut, fat cock welcomed me. Glistening with sweat and heavy with his pervasive musk, it didn't quite reach the glory of his feral prick, but it was a welcome treat nevertheless, and as long as I still had to wait for the full moon to rise, also a worthy substitute. I eagerly grabbed his shaft and guided the throbbing glans to my lips. I kissed it with the same ardor as his mouth, and his heady flavor washed over my taste buds.

With every breath and lick, my arousal surged and mounting, rising high into the sky. I had learned that his scent and taste were always the same, regardless of his appearance. While he didn't look like a werewolf, he still smelled like one, far too intense and bestial for any ordinary human. Back when we had been colleagues, I had never noticed his penetrating musk, and only now did I realize that it might have been the reason why James had always used such excessive amounts of deodorant. But now, he didn't need to mask his glorious scent anymore. The rich musk and potent pheromones were intoxicating aphrodisiacs to my perceptive brain, and I loved every bit of it. One whiff was enough to make me drool and moan with lust, and inhaling more of it inevitably turned me into his submissive bitch again.

I craved more of my werewolf. Invigorated by his raw masculinity, I wrapped my mouth around his tip and pushed down, sliding as much of his throbbing cock down my throat as I could. While I sucked him off with greedy slurps, my hands moved between his thighs, and I played with his heavy sack, his warm orbs brimming with potent energy.

James rewarded my eagerness with a rumbling groan and an expression of utter bliss. Before too long, his lust got the better of him. A naughty sparkle in his brown eyes told me that he wanted more, and he went to demonstrate that he didn't need to be a werewolf to fuck me like one. One moment, he affectionately patted my head, the very next, he firmly grabbed my hair and took control, pounding my face with savage thrusts. Even though I sucked him off every day, he was still a lot to handle, making me gag and choke as he shoved the last inch down my throat. His grunts heated up as he openly enjoyed my struggle and my submission, and to be frank, it turned me on like nothing else to be used like that.

After two minutes of ruthless pounding, my mate was overwhelmed by his lust. While he definitely had the fervor of a transformed werewolf, he didn't have the stamina and could only hammer my tight throat for so long. James's thrusts slowed, and he heaved with laborious snorts as he approached the edge. He rammed his cock all the way down my neck one final time before her erupted deep inside me. His lusty gaze pierced me as he poured wad after wad of thick jizz into me, his lips slightly ajar and drooling, and his assertiveness made me tremble with lust.

James's orgasm was unnaturally long and voluminous compared to that of any ordinary human, lasting far beyond a minute. In fact, it had only grown longer since we had begun having sex on the regular. He had called it breeding frustration, his body trying to impregnate his infertile bitch no matter what and growing more productive with every passing day. Throb after throb, he pumped several ounces of cum down my greedy gullet, swelling and bloating my stomach, while I eagerly fondled his sack, trying to coax out every last drop of the delicious reward. I shivered as I imagined what flood he would unleash after he transformed into a werewolf, and luckily, I didn't have to imagine for much longer. As my mate pulled out, the rim of the full moon rose above the horizon.

"Whatever is going to happen, trust me and let it happen, okay? I love you, Max," James huffed and hastily gave me a kiss before he stumbled back as if pulled by invisible strings. I nodded quickly and watched with spellbound fascination as the transformation began. A glistening white light shone through the arches of the stone circle, the beams hitting his back and engulfing him with a radiant aura. Usually, this was the moment when the ancient powers seized him with relentless might and swept his body right off his feet before violently reshaping his flesh. But this time, he remained standing firmly on both feet, tethered to the surrounding pillars by strands of woven moonlight. Bit by bit, each of the cold, gray behemoths lit up with beaming lines and dots resembling the stellar constellations in the darkening sky above, and the entire place began to brim with energy. I had never seen anything like this, and my jaw dropped as I watched the magic around me unfold.

For the first time, the transformation didn't come from within his body but from the moon itself. Its light superimposed a spectral blue image of a werewolf onto James's body like a hologram. Initially, it was just a diffuse haze, but the glow swiftly grew more intense and turned palpable, the ethereal fur manifesting and beginning to sway in the stormy winds. More and more layers of moonlight wrapped around his body with otherworldly gentleness, wholly enveloping his human form and turning him into a living beacon. After minutes of wrapping and folding, morphing and merging, the beast's shape neared completion, and the celestial glow dimmed down as the strands of light turned into actual tissue, fur and bones, blood and flesh.

Finally, the ancient powers let go of the transformed man, set him down on the ground, and returned him with enhanced strength and powers. The werewolf I knew and longed after was standing before me again, staring at me with glowing white eyes. And just like the transformation had been gentler than ever, he wasn't as excessively aggressive as usual. I was fully prepared to yell the safeword, but instead of charging at me in a randy rage, James inspected me with a gentle growl and curious sniffs. Coyly coming closer, he placed his massive paws on my chest and began to tug and pull at my jacket, the fabric creaking under the force of his sharp claws. He couldn't talk, but he didn't require words to tell me what he wanted. I nodded and grabbed his paws, gently pushing them off my chest, "Give me a second to undress, will you?"

To my surprise, James only nodded and left me to it. Wandering behind the stone pit, he patiently waited for me to undress. I took a deep breath as I mentally prepared myself to strip down to nothing on the top of a cold, windy mountain. But if I wanted to keep my clothing without holes, I had to put them down. There was no way around it. With shaky fingers, I dropped my jacket, the layers of sweaters, and my pants. I shivered when a gust of icy air blew around my bare shins, but one look at my mate was enough to keep me going until I was stark naked. After dropping my briefs, I wasted no more time and hurried over to him because the less time I spent butt-naked in the chilly winds, the better.

The werewolf welcomed me with a big, warm hug. He moved his paws around my waist, picked me up like a doll, and wrapped his open muzzle around my face. His hot, humid breath washed over my skin, and his impressive canines pressed against my cheeks while his tongue brushed across my lips, coating my entire mouth with slobber. Grunting happily, he steadied my head and shoved his massive muscle into my mouth hole, inexorably pushing it deeper and down my neck. I couldn't breathe anymore. I could only taste his spit and feel his powerful tongue writhing and bulging my neck as he dominated me with his kiss as if he owned me, and yet, this moment alone turned me on like nothing else. Oh, how I had missed it. Nothing he did in his human shape could even remotely compare to his bestial kiss, and this was only just the beginning.

After James had explored the deepest depths of my throat, he pulled out and broke the kiss to extend his affection to the rest of my naked body. He passionately drove his tongue over my skin, slathering every last inch of my fragile body from head to toes with his restorative slobber. The werewolf ended the wet blessing with a kiss on my anus and put me back down on my knees. The howling winds still gusted around me, but the warmth of his saliva lingered on me and shielded me from the harsh weather like a cozy blanket. Another unexpected but welcome property of his blessed spit.

While I was wallowing in the warmth of the saliva, the werewolf grabbed my head and without hesitation pushed the crimson tip of his swollen cock against my lips. Throbbing softly, his urethra squirted a gush of salty pre over my face, rapidly turning my attention to more enticing matters. Without further encouragement, I gave in to his insistent poking and opened my mouth, taking the tapered tip into my tight, wet hole. I forcefully sucked on it and coaxed out more pre with eager rubs and licks along his bloated cock, gulping and swallowing every last drop of his tasty gift.

Once again, my devoted affection kindled the werewolf's feral lust, and he took control. His paws tightened around my head, and he pushed forward, going further than ever and claiming my whole throat for the first time in this form. My joints cracked and protested as he forced inch after inch of his bloated cock into my gullet, but his spit was working its magic without fail. There was no pain as he stretched my neck and my mouth to their limits, but still an intense pressure that drove tears into my eyes and paralyzed me. Inch after inch, it got worse until James suddenly stopped and achieved what I thought was impossible. He had buried his entire penis inside my throat, his tip leaking pre directly into my stomach while his fur tickled my nostrils and his balls rested against my chin. Not even in my wildest dreams, I would have believed that I could take his rod. But I also hadn't believed that I could take it up my ass either, so what did I know?

The werewolf paused for a moment, reveling in his accomplishment and rubbing the obscene bulge on my neck before beginning to use my mouth hole the same way as he used my asshole. With a gruff snort, the musclebound beast pulled back and began to fuck my face with slow strokes, loosening the extremely tight passage and lubing it with ample of pre. Meanwhile, I could only kneel there and take him, overwhelmed and silenced by his huge cock, even more at the werewolf's mercy than ever before. I couldn't talk or moan, only slurp and gag profusely while he plunged in and out with no pause.

It wasn't long before my lungs began to burn with the need for oxygen, and I realized just how much was at stake. My dear life lay in his furred paws, but I trusted him even in his bestial shape, and my trust was rewarded. Just when the first black dots whizzed before my eyes, the towering beast pulled out and granted me a breath of fresh air. Even though he had turned into a fierce, terrifying predator, deadly and relentless, he wasn't a mindless beast, and he even withstood his own raging lust to give me a moment to collect myself, showing just how much he cared. I repaid his generous patience with a beaming smile and obediently swallowed his tip once I was ready to continue.

Loosened up from the first round, James didn't waste a second and shoved his cock back down my gullet, thrusting with invigorated zeal and enjoying the full depth of my neck. From here, he repeated the same cycle again and again. He pounded my mouth hole until I ran out of air before pulling out and granting me another breath of fresh air, and every time he plunged back in, he went a little harder and faster, gradually unleashing his whole strength onto my throat.

At some point, the deafening slurping and smacking of the werewolf's meat, the powerful impact of every thrust, his guttural grunts and authoritative growls, and the overbearing taste of his cock wrenched me into utter submission and reduced my poor brain to a puddle of lust. I completely lost control over myself, my limbs dangling down my body and my penis ragingly erect, throbbing and bouncing with every stroke. I had become the beast's powerless cock sleeve, too weak to jerk off to the relentless ravaging, and yet, each thrust stoked the blazing lust within me and filled me with pleasure. His human cock and vigor had been enough to satisfy my newly awakened desires, but only his true werewolf self made me feel fulfilled and complete.

So I continued doing what I did best, taking James's gigantic cock for minutes on end, not even wondering how long he would last. He could use me for the rest of eternity, and I wouldn't mind. But eventually, even the werewolf's seemingly endless frenzy neared its glorious finale. As soon as his fat knot emerged from his sheath, he went for the final sprint and hammered my face with every last ounce of his strength, battering the bloating bulb against my lips without mercy or consideration. My vision blurred as my thoughts lost cohesion, but I noticed something odd as I looked at him. The beast had become a diffuse black mist, but I was sure that his pelt was starting to glow.

Suspicion turned to certainty as the radiant glow enveloped him entirely just when he shoved his cock all the way down my throat and came. His orgasmic roar was accompanied by a bright flash of moonlight. However, I was too absorbed by his climax to care about the magical illumination. My main focus was on his bloated knot and his throbbing cock as he unleashed an insane flood upon my insides. A torrent of hot, sticky cum rushed through my neck and into my stomach. Squirt after squirt, his semen blasted against my esophagus, gurgling and sloshing on its way down, and the sheer force behind his orgasm knocked me over the edge as well. I had never touched myself, but the hot obscenity of this moment and his strong taste were enough to trigger a climax unlike any ever before. Dangling from his cock and busy swallowing his endless eruption, I blasted my own load over the cold stone. My dick flailed and twitched furiously, but it only managed a meager trickle compared to the immense load James dumped into my belly.

My climax faded as quickly as it had come, but the werewolf continued to cum with unwavering force. He kept me locked in a tight grip and inflated my midriff into a sloshing ball of cum for a perceived eternity. Only when my reserves ran low again, black dots flashing before my eyes and my brain spinning, he withdrew his spurting log of cock meat with a lewd shlorp and gave me free.

The beast had never come this much before. My belly was so packed with cum that it sagged down and sloshed with every motion. And yet, his orgasm still refused to fade. It even looked like he was cumming even harder than before. I also noticed that his cum was glowing as he layered ropes upon ropes over my face and chest. Whatever the moonlight was doing to him, it had spawned the lewdest spectacle I had ever seen.

After I had caught my breath, the werewolf picked me up with a grunt and sluggishly threw me into the pit. I cried in surprise as I slumped into the dark recess, and the warm shower of semen continued. James crawled over the opening and just dangled his cock over my face, showering and dousing me with a swelling stream of cum. Eventually, I couldn't even tell the single spurts apart as they just merged into one stream of glowing milky white that was forceful enough to hurt wherever it hit me. And yet, despite the growing floods, I expected this wondrous eruption to end at any time. There was just no way any creature could cum gallons upon gallons, right? But the werewolf kept going regardless, huffing and grunting while the cum level rose to my knees, my hips, my chest, and beyond, so I started to float in the pool of his thick fluid. Only once the pit was full to the brim, the male's excessive orgasm abated. James got up on his knees and looked at me with an exhausted snort.

"Wow, this was unbelievable! You said you needed to shower me with cum, but I didn't expect so much," I slurred, my speech barely comprehensible after the savage face-fuck. "What now? Do I just wait?"

The werewolf nodded and tenderly reached for my head, shutting me up with a kiss and playing with my hair while most of my body remained submerged in his glowing semen. It was more viscous than water and slowed my movement, but also much more comfortable than I expected. It felt like I was wrapped in the world's comfiest blanket, and the warm liquid made every inch of my skin tingle pleasantly. This was the naughtiest bath I had ever taken, and I wanted to never leave it again.

Eventually, James broke the kiss and let go of me. Without his paw holding me, I slowly sank deeper into the gooey mess. All warm and happy, I couldn't even be bothered to move and stay afloat. After all, why bother if I had a werewolf watching over me?

After spending minutes in the pool of cum, I made a stunning discovery. For some reason, I didn't feel the need to breathe anymore. The powers that infused the liquid around me seemed to provide me with all the air I needed. As soon as I realized that fact, my mind just shut down. Something about the comforting wet warmth and the ubiquitous taste of James's semen made me drowsy, and as if drowning in a cum bath had suddenly become the most common thing in the world, I stopped caring entirely and slipped off into the realm of dreams.

My sleep was packed with more wet dreams than I had ever had, all of them with my werewolf mate. But what else would you expect from sleeping in a pool of cum? Not that my sleeping self ever pondered the sheer ridiculousness of it.

I didn't know how long I was out of commission, but I groaned with disappointment when I woke up, torn out of my lewd, carefree fantasies. My frustration only lasted for a second, however, before I noticed that I had changed. First and most obviously, I was still alive and not submerged in gallons of werewolf jizz. Second, it was still deep at night, and the winds were still as harrowing and chilly as ever, but I no longer minded the cold or darkness. I was stark naked and my skin glistening with sweat, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Third, my eyes had become more light-sensitive, and I could clearly see the stone pillars around me, not just their rough silhouettes. I also felt more refreshed than ever, as if I had slept an entire year, my body brimming with new energy.

When I got back on my feet, I discovered even more changes to my body. Not only had the bath made my skin much more supple, but it was also significantly thicker. That must be the increased resilience James had mentioned. Brushing my hands over my enhanced body, I noticed that my muscles had grown quite a bit. While I still wasn't remotely as buff as him, I felt stronger than before. The enhancements didn't stop there, as my genitals seemed to have grown as well. Rock-hard and leaking, I now sported ten inches of fat cock meat, just like him, even my foreskin had returned, and my balls had gained some heft as well. At the same time, the powers of the moon had feminized me and arguably made me a better bitch for the strong werewolf. My hips were much wider than before, and my beard stubble and body hair had almost completely disappeared. My skin was impeccably smooth except for my pubes, which had become even denser and lusher. I wondered what I looked like in a mirror and what other changes there were that I had yet to experience.

Finally, I turned to the werewolf and was met with the most decisive change. James was sitting on the other side of the circle, eyeing me with hopeful curiosity. At that moment, something echoed inside me, a diffuse mixture of hope, curiosity, excitement, and lust, as well as my name, growled by a deep, husky voice. James? Even though I only thought of his name, his reaction was immediate. His ears perked up, and he jerked up as if he had heard me talk. But that was impossible!

James? Can you understand me?

The werewolf cautiously got up and slowly moved closer. ...Max?...

It was his voice! There was no doubt about it, even though it was distant and diffuse, a murmured growl rather than clear speech. But where his thoughts were almost incomprehensible, his emotions were all the clearer. Now that he knew that the blessing had worked, his tentative excitement turned into radiant joy. He jumped up and danced around me with a wagging tail like an overexcited puppy, only that he weighed over 500 pounds, and every stomp sent a mighty tremor through the mountaintop. Watching him lose it could've been the most intimidating moment in my life, his sharp claws clicking as he whizzed around me in a menacing flurry, but instead, I was infected by his effusive delight and started to laugh and cry with tears of joy.

After dashing around me a few dozen times, the beast-puppy's enthusiasm cooled, and he raced directly at me, pulling me into a big, stormy hug and pressing me against his broad, fluffy chest. Max! ...It worked! ...love... love you, James's voice rumbled in my mind, and he eagerly licked over my face. So much.

Never before had I actually responded to his declarations of love. Until now, I had always hesitated to call my burning lust for him genuine love. We were fuck buddies and companions by circumstance, he treated me well and was a great guy, but something about his love always felt disingenuous. I was his mate whether I wanted or not, forced by external forces beyond our control, hormones and magic. However, hearing the love declaration as a thought of his werewolf self flipped a switch in me, and for the first time, I embraced it and responded with my whole heart behind it. "And I love you, James. So much."

My words turned the werewolf's tail into an even wilder blur, and he hugged me tightly, kissing me with stormy passion. His reaction encouraged me even more, and the last of my hesitation melted like snow in the summer, my heart flaring up with radiant happiness. It wasn't just lust and hormones. It wasn't just incomprehensible fate and shallow friendliness. There was a genuine bond between us going beyond the circumstances that had forced us together, and thanks to our new link, I could even feel his passion and love. This night had barely begun, and it had already become one to remember. After a few more kisses and caresses, James set me back down, and I heard a rumbling echo, Come with me?

I nodded vigorously. I had always wondered what the werewolf did after he left me and ran off into the full-moon night, so I was eager to join him on his adventure, and now, for the first time, I would explore the sleeping forest together with my powerful mate.