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This is a story commission I've done for Callafox

Description: A sequel to: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1850836

In this part, Noa and Aidan get more familiar with one another while exploring not only their sexuality, but the quirks of a werewolf's lust-filled outbursts.

Aidan(c) belongs to me

Noa(C) belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/callafox/

***Werewolf's Prey Part 2***

Moonlight poured into the cavern through a few crannies in the ceiling, casting shafts of ghostly glow over the serene pool. Steam rose from its surface, mingling with the cool air of the cavernous depths. Aidan, waist-deep in the water, took in his surroundings for the first time. Noa’s demeanor wasn’t exactly the soothing type with her rush this, hurry that demands.

“What does she want from me, anyway?” Aidan mused while idly wading through the pool to test the floor’s level and texture. The warmth of the underground spring soothed his fatigued muscles as he ran his fingers along the ancient mineral veins lining the walls. Quite the peculiar yet intriguing home for a werewolf. For a moment, his thoughts wandered to her method of appropriating this lair. Did she kill the previous owners? Were those belongings back in the main chamber even hers?

As he lost himself in all manner of gloomy thoughts related to the werewolf, a sudden rustle drew his attention. Emerging from the shadows, Noa's striking form caught the moonlight, transforming her into a figure of otherworldly grace.

Silver fur, soft and lustrous, donned her lithe frame, accentuating the gentle curves of her body. Her thick and fluffy mauve tail swayed behind her, a mesmerizing dance that drew the man’s gaze. Long hair of a similar color cascaded over her shoulders, brushing against the vulnerable pink of her shapely breasts. Most intriguing were the light blue stripes that traced a captivating path along her arms, thighs, and sides. The ethereal markings seemed to capture the moonlight, lending an enchanting allure to her already commanding presence.

Her wolf-like ears, expressive and keen, twitched as she approached, signaling her awareness of his unbidden fascination.

"Stop gawking and wash yourself. You can take your time tomorrow.”

Aidan blinked and averted his gaze. A rosy tint crept his cheeks as he realized that he had been staring. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"I get it. Just…don’t do it next time. Makes me uneasy," Noa said, her magenta eyes losing some of their edge as she stepped into the water. "You will help me wash. Makes everything quicker."

"S—sure, yea," Aidan stammered, his eyes still drawn to her graceful movements as she waded deeper into the pool. "I’m sorry for..."

He cut himself off upon realizing this was his second apology.

Noa's ears perked up at his nonsense. "I heard it the first time.'"

"Yeah, sorry," Aidan accidentally slipped in another one, much to her visible amusement. "It doesn’t hurt to be polite! And diplomatic! It’s what…kept me alive this long, in the end."

She studied him for a long, unnerving moment, the intensity of her gaze making his heart race. Then, slowly, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Well then, human, I suppose we'll get along just fine."

The wolfess maintained a healthy distance from him as she dunked into the water to soak herself prior to the scrubbing. Aidan mirrored her actions, even though the only region worthy of his efforts lied between his legs. Touching himself there in Noa’s presence to get the aftermath of their sudden mating session out of his bush felt awkward, however.

But Noa’s sigh begged to differ.

"You're taking forever," she said while wading over to him. "Let me help out."

That was not a suggestion nor a request, but a command. Aidan’s blush intensified the moment her hands alighted upon his shoulders. An instinctive flinch rushed through him, summoned by the unease of having the werewolf right behind him, where he couldn’t see her.

“Panicked much?” She added a soft, naughty growl to her voice. “Will it take another mating to convince you that I prefer you whole?”

“That would certainly help,” he let out an uneasy chuckle. It was a somewhat forced and awkward sound, but Noa must have favored it all the same.

Her padded fingers, warm and strong, glided across his skin, the tips of her claws adding an additional layer of tension as she explored the contours of his body.

"Mmm, I’m quite glad I found you in time. Would have been a shame to lose more of those muscles," she took note of his obvious lack of proper meals while out here in the woods. "I’m surprised you managed to last thing long. Young, pretty boys like you are usually the first to perish."

Aidan’s embarrassment with her inspection ebbed away in favor of surging melancholy. "I had several close encounters. You wouldn’t see them on my body, however. I’m not the type to amass scars and brag about them.

His head swiveled to regard her from the corner of an eye. “You nearly killed me too, you know."

Noa scoffed, her eyes narrowing playfully. "If that was my desire, you would not have known you died. Nah,” she bumped her wet nose against his forehead. “More fun to keep you around. Especially when you’re so easy to be taken advantage of."

Aidan couldn’t bite back his laughter in time, the suddenness of it causing Noa to recoil. "It runs in the family, kinda," he admitted, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Noa drew closer at the sound of that. "Oh? Do tell."

Aidan hesitated for a second, his sigh the only sound between them. "It's… nothing you haven’t heard by now. Just a tendency to trust too easily, I suppose. My father was the same way. It cost him... a great deal..."

He trailed off, the weight of his words hanging on both heart and soul. Noa's touch softened, her fingers tracing gentle circles on his skin.

"You don't have to share if you don't want to," she murmured, her voice eerily tender for a werewolf. "But know this, Aidan: I don’t take advantage of people. At least, not in the way humans do."

Her correction brought a wistful smile to his lips as he turned around to face her naked bust. "I wouldn’t mind if you do. Not like I have much left to lose at this point. And well, you did rescue me, kind of."

"Kind of?" Noa teased. “If your party or the beast you’re tracking found you—"

"Alright, maybe more than 'kind of.' You saved my life," Aidan admitted with a soft chuckle.

"Much more accurate," Noa said, weaving around his body to reach behind him once again and resume her slow washing motions. “So your father…that’s the reason you’re out here?”

Aidan’s teeth bit into his lower lip. Better to let it out now than wait for later.

"Pretty much. Like all the low nobility families, my father was an ambitious man, always trying to elevate our status by aiming high above his station."

"Ah yes, the folly of humanity…" Noa drawled, her grip tightening around his middle. “Don’t miss that one for sure.”

"Naturally, he forced us into the wrong side of a conflict, drunk with ambition. We lost everything – our wealth, lands, reputation… my mother lost herself as well."

"That's…not ideal," Noa’s words were soft and measured.

"Heh,” Aidan let out a resentful scoff. "That put an end to my dreams of studying in the great cities. Our family name no longer had any worth, and with my resources quickly dwindling, I had to adapt."

"That’s not exclusive to you." Noa's voice teetered between sympathy and bitterness for everyone of noble blood. “You either live or you die. Life’s much simpler when you’re out here, isn’t it?”

Aidan gave a weak, sullen nod. "I did what I had to and found work where I could, however…unconventional it was."

Noa reached out and gently lifted his chin to turn it towards her. "Such is the way of the survivor.”

Aidan stared at her for a long moment, touched by her acceptance. Then, he looked away, his voice soft. "You know, my situation... it's partially responsible for what happened between us earlier. For why I was so… starved for affection."

Noa splashed some water against his back, causing him to flinch. "That's one way to put it."

She turned away, tossing a suggestive glance over her shoulder. "I quite enjoyed it, short-lived as it was." Once she found her spot under one of the shafts of light, her soggy tail curled in a suggestive way that told Aidan what she wanted.

His turn.

Aidan's heartbeat quickened as he approached her, his hands pushing away locks of silky purple hair before gliding over the curves of her back. He marveled at the softness of her fur, tracing the contour of her stripes in awe at how they seemed to glow with an ethereal allure.

"Don’t expect me to share myself with you. Takes more than a three seconds ejaculation to hear of how I ended up here, alone, in the woods."

Aidan released a soft, amused snort as his fingers gained renewed confidence at how she leaned into his touch. "Better this way. If you are some bloodthirsty and conniving beast, at least I want to find that on my own, after we couple a few more times."

His throat immediately tightened in self-awareness. Had he just said that?

Noa’s lustful growl provided apt confirmation. Her head turned to regard him with exceedingly inviting eyes. “More than a couple. Your seed is the only thing of worth you can give me, hrrm?”

Aidan shuddered. He did not expect her hands to grip his so fast and sudden, nor to have her direct him over to her breasts. It felt…strange, almost improper to cup and stroke those heavenly mounds.

“You’re a man,” Noa sighed at his flaccid attempts to properly grope a woman. “Surely you enjoy this?”

“I…sure do…” Aidan blabbered while still caught in the exploration phase. “Just that…a bit too quick for my liking?”

Noa’s response came as a shiver as his thumbs insisted on her nipples, rubbing and stroking them from all angles. They hardened under his touch, and Noa's breath caught in her throat, her body arching with pleasure.

“Eh…nough of that,” Noa's hand reached down to grab his, guiding it between her legs. Aidan's breath hitched, his cock jolting upon cupping her very sex within his palm.

“There,” a heavy breath left Noa, her muzzle parted slightly for her tongue to loll out. “That’s the area that needs cleaning.”

Light, tortured gasps fled Aidan’s lips at how unique that part of her anatomy felt. Noa did not remain idle either. She leaned into his touch, her body inviting him to touch, to play. In spite of the forming hardness between his legs, Aidan’s attention remained glued to her vulva, exploring its curious shape with due reverence.

“O—ohh that’s…yeah, that’s it….” Noa’s back pressed against his chest, legs parting to give him complete access to that most intimate area of her body. Even the slightest strokes over her entrance, or the lightest of caresses around her edges were enough to send waves of noticeable pleasure rippling through Noa's body.

Aidan’s hips trembled and twitched, his cock hard against her rump. The temptation to push her forward, grab her by the hips and enter her almost consumed him, held back only by his innate fear of her wild body.

“G—gah…” he found himself slipping out a gasp at how surreal this situation felt. Noa’s grinning head leaned back against his shoulder, lips tensing and twitching, her muzzle opening now and again to let out silent moans. Aidan lost himself in her; in the uniqueness of her sounds and body. The sensation of her skin, firmness of her spade, the sounds of her pleasure filling his ears...they all but blinded him to what Noa was.

And he did not care. Not while his heart raced so fast and his temples pounded so hard. He couldn’t help himself from gripping and cupping her cunt, its dainty form fitting snugly into his palm. Every time he embraced it, his cock sprang to awareness as if to remind him of how badly he wanted—no, needed—to be inside her yet again.

“Mrrrmm, you are so hard,” Noa noted as her idle hand grabbed his malehood with a soft, calculated grip. Aidan immediately whipped his head back, catching her wrist instinctively to prevent her from doing anything more than that.

Noa’s fingers relaxed first.

“I would never,” she whispered into his ear prior to licking it. “Your seed belongs inside me, as does your cock. Now earn it.”

The way she said that flared his lust ever higher. He knew what that entailed; after all, her canine-shaped spade made it no secret that it most enjoyed his index finger against its opening.

Still, Aidan did not dare enter her yet, too enamored with having the offering of her spread legs ripe for exploring.

He groped, squeezed, stroked, and caressed that endearingly erotic canine pussy, its exotic allure both intriguing and intensely erotic. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, for no woman he had been with responded in such carnal manner to his explorative touch. His fingers stroked her gently, exploring its tip and contours, feeling it twitch and throb at the slightest taste of physical stimuli. The abundant wetness oozing from her opening only added to the sensation, leaving his throat a parched desert, drained of all the wit and self-control that kept him from entering her.

He was about to slip a finger inside her when Noa's hand suddenly stopped him.

Her eyes were wide, the eyebrows arched in a vulnerable plea. "Come outside of the water," she tried to insert as much sternness into her tone as possible to regain her control over him.

Perplexed but obedient, Aidan followed her to the edge of the pool, cock and body alike tense with desire. Once their feet found the slick but more certain ground of the pool’s edge, Noa pressed her back into his chest and redirected his hand between her legs. "Continue," she commanded, her words shuddering with need.

Aidan hesitated at the request, suddenly timid in the absence of the water’s curtain. Noa’s playful wiggle of her rump immediately taught him the reason for the interruption. Outside the water, sensations were far more amplified. He could feel her even more intimately, both upon his fingers and against the tip of his cock, the intricate details of her body far more emphasized. The twitches and throbs of her pussy forced his teeth to sink into her lower lip, if only to withstand the surge of need that overtook him. The slickness of her fluids had a much more noticeable effect, its sheen and texture so erotic Aidan squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath to avoid finishing against her butt cheeks.

“Don’t cum,” Noa said with the same air of command from before. Her hips arched forward to put more distance between herself and Aidan, the lack of tactile stimulation easing the might of his throbs. “You wouldn’t be of much use to me if you do.”

“I… will try not to….”

As Aidan continued to explore her, his already strained senses slowly inched closer to their limits. His foreskin felt unbearably tight around his tip, ready and eager to be peeled back by her persistent muscles. But he had to keep his excitement in check; to focus entirely on Noa's pleasure. This moment was for her, and he was determined to dedicate himself fully to her needs.

As if to mirror his thoughts, the wolfess leaned her head back to trail her tongue over the side of his neck. "I'm quite needy, Aidan," she said, her words thick with desire. “You don’t know loneliness until you live alone, in the woods.”

“I believe you,” Aidan huffed, inches from that now-highly-attractive muzzle with its pink nose and strangely erotic fangs.

He wanted her. He wanted her so much he could barely contain himself.

But first…

Aidan’s finger slipped into her when she least expected it, and to an immediate effect. Both of Noa’s hands tightened around the forearm of his guilty hand, her frame crumpling against him as her yowl of pleasure burst into his ears. The sensation around his single finger was overwhelming, her repeated contractions interspersed with subtle surges of fluids that soon drowned his finger to web their way down her haunches and floor.

Her unexpected climax caused his member to jolt upward, his breath hitching in response. Completely lost in overwhelm with this uncanny situation, Aidan’s trembling hand continued to lightly thrust and twist inside Noa, lost in her rhythm.

Then, it all ended. Noa’s body surged forward, tail whipped over her back as she bent over to grant him full access to her femininity

"Enter me," she snarled at him with all the authority her pleasure-strained state could muster, eyes wild with need. "I want you inside me. Right now."

Aidan's heart pounded in his chest, the desire in Noa's voice impossible to resist. Trembling from anxiety and anticipation alike, Aidan positioned himself behind her. His body aligned with hers, his hands settled on her hips. His cock was inches from her entrance, close enough to feel the heat oozing from her depths.

“Aaa—"

Aidan's breath caught as he felt the stimulating touch of Noa’s wet flesh against his sensitive tip. Choked gasps escaped him as he slowly entered her, the tightness pushing his foreskin back and enveloping him into the humid, elevated warmth of her body. The world seemed to both stretch and dilate at the same time, every sensation magnified, each detail seared into his mind as to why it’d be impossible for him to last more than a minute.

Noa reared into him to welcome him into the depths of her body, her breaths coming in ragged gasps the more of his thickness her dilated spade swallowed. Aidan’s fingers tightened around her rear, teeth gritting as he felt her insides twitching in anticipation, the ubiquitous heat and wetness impossible to withstand.

He tried a few jerky thrusts, but the pleasure was so overwhelming and so complete that he fully hilted himself inside her.

“Go—godsssss….” Aidan’s face scrunched in effort to fight back his impending orgasm. Yet how could he, when her walls caved in all around him, gripping and squeezing at every inch of his awfully sensitive length? His tip, lodged into her innermost sanctuary, fared the worst, for the heat radiating from her core was indescribable in its raw depth and strength.

Aidan hugged her tight, his body trembling from every joint as his orgasm hit him with a force that almost swept him off his feet. The intensity of it hit him with dizzying force, thrusting him into a sea of pleasure, every nerve ending drowning in ecstasy.

He ejaculated inside Noa in complete and utter silence, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. The rhythmic throbs of her insides seemed to pull him in, milking him, causing him to drown in unfathomable delight.

Noa’s orgasm hit shortly after, the shudder of her body adding to Aidan’s already overwhelming climax. The walls of her tunnel tightened and loosened in a rhythm synchronized with Aidan’s spurts of seed, seeking to maximize their output. Animalistic growls mingled with his feeble human grunts and groans, a lewd symphony that reverberated through the cavernous depths. Her insides milked him with staggering intensity, pulling his seed from him with a force that was both gentle and insistent, a sensation that transcended anything he had ever experienced alongside a mere woman.

Even when he no longer had seed to give, he remained inside her, his body lightly bucking into her rear to make sure he no longer had a drop inside him that Noa did not receive.

Slowly, her shudders began to calm. Aidan's throbs faltered in unison with her as the two of them turned eerily still, his chest pressed to her back as he held her tight. Noa's tail wagged, brushing against his arm, a playful reminder of her wild, untamed nature.

"I hope you enjoyed it," she said on a strangely even tone, "because this is the only time I'm bending over for you."

With those words, she straightened her body, forcing Aidan to slip out of her. The young man stumbled back against the cavern’s wall, dizzy and uncoordinated. He looked down, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of his seed-smeared cock. The skin of it was slick and glistening, the tip encased in webs of his own seed, sticky to the touch.

It was only now that realization sank in; that he was actually having—and enjoying—intercourse with a werewolf!

A flicker of movement caught his attention as Noa turned and headed for the water, her movements graceful and assured, her body a vision of beauty and strength. Aidan's mesmerized eyes lingered on her canine spade, the trickling seed flowing down her spade mingling with the water as she waded in.

“Come and join me,” she said, her attention falling on his groin. “That cock is not going to wash itself.”

Aidan followed her into the deeper reaches of the pool, where half of Noa’s hair spilled over the water’s surface and only her breasts remained visible.

"May I?" he asked, the simple question filled with layers of meaning.

Noa shrugged and invited him behind her, aware of what he intended. Aidan started at the shoulders and weaved his way over to the front, enraptured by the supple forms there. His head leaned against her shoulder as he cupped both of her breasts, sighing in contentment.

“You know, when I’ve seen you just now—”

Noa brushed him off, her touch firm yet devoid of malice. "I appreciate this," she said, her voice a soft rebuke. "But don't mistake it for something more."

“Of…course,” Aidan scratched idly at the back of his head, clueless as to what to do next.

“Try again,” Noa wiggled her rump suggestively. “But this time, without the sappy romance. Just want my cunt cleaned.”

His index finger got to work inside her while his other arm balanced her against his chest. Her soaring breaths, whimpers and yelps of heightening pleasure soothed his heart and soul, and hearing her yowl in orgasm regaled him with the greatest gift of all.

Though his cock gained firmness, it lacked the strength to properly harden after spending his seed twice and in quick succession.

“Eh…nough,” she pulled him out of her, huffing. Her gentle, half-closed gaze hovered to him, the magenta pools housed within filled with satisfying sexual exertion. “Thanks.”

“My turn?”

Aidan’s cheeky question took her aback, yet in the end, her smirk won. “Yeah sure…”

The benefit of being a male was that Aidan could both follow and rinse his crotch while following Noa out of the pool. A basket of fresh towels awaited in a natural alcove on the way to the main chamber.

After drying off, Noa led him back to the central part of the cavern, a space of surreal comfort in the middle of the wilderness transformed by Noa's touch. Soft rugs, worn but carefully cleaned, lay strewn across the stone floor. Plush cushions, likely salvaged from abandoned homes or traders, occupied select places next to petite bookcases to allow for relaxed reading. The flickering light of candles and lanterns, sheltered in crafted holders, bathed her home in an inviting and surreal glow. It felt like a hidden sanctuary, a world apart, colored with the traces of humanity.

A small table and chairs occupied a corner of the cavern, their surfaces scarred with age but lovingly restored. They sat atop a finely woven rug, surrounded by tapestries and fabrics that had once adorned grand homes. Noa reappropriated their beauty for more discerning eyes, employing her resourcefulness in admirable ways to give value to the forgotten and the discarded.

On the opposite side, shelves had been carved into the stone walls. They held an assortment of books, trinkets, and other items useful items that Noa had acquired over time. Some were mundane, others ornate, each one bearing a story.

Further into the cavern was a cooking area. Pots and pans hung from hooks next to a makeshift stove cleverly crafted from stones and metal. Nearby, wooden crated contained preserved food, carefully organized. It was a functional space, yet one that carried an air of homeliness.

Noa had taken the time to add other touches of style to her lair. Small herbs growing in pots there, a handcrafted spice rack here, yet all adding to the sense of a lived-in, cherished space.

Aidan’s attention shifted over to the single bed, if it could be called such. It was more like a pile of hay topped with furs, blankets and pillows.

Beside the bed lied a small reading nook, complete with a cushioned chair and a stack of books. A lantern was positioned to provide soft reading light, and nearby, a nightstand held a cup, a kettle, and a selection of teas.

"I want you to share my bed tonight," Noa stated, her tone dry yet not entirely devoid of warmth. "I miss holding onto something other than a pillow."

Aidan's mind whirled at her proposition, a blend of excitement and apprehension bubbling within him. Sharing a bed with Noa was not something he had anticipated, yet he bore no objection to her request.

A proper bed was exactly what he had been missing.

"My back will be grateful for it," he said with a genuine smile. "I just hope I can live to the pillow’s standards."

Noa's eyes softened, a hint of amusement flickering across her face as she led Aidan to the bed. "The pillow's a tough act to follow, but I'm sure you'll manage."

They lay down side by side, both of them staring at the ceiling rather than each other. With the pile of hay most comfortable in the center, Aidan could feel the warmth emanating from Noa's body under their shared blanket. In contrast, his own frame felt strangely rigid, feet and hands both cold with creeping apprehension. He felt Noa's eyes on him, likely observing his stiffness.

A few moments passed before the inevitable happened. "Thought you were a pillow, not a statue. Relax, or you'll make the bed uncomfortable."

“Oh…kay.”

Aidan’s response was to turn his back to her and release an emotions-filled sigh.

Don’t think about it. Sleep. Don’t mind the woman laying next to you, completely naked.

No, not a woman.

A werewolf.

One that ran short on patience.

Aidan stiffened as he felt her arm wrap around his chest, hugging him from behind. The unexpected embrace sent a jolt through Aidan, his heart skipping a beat.

"I've missed this simple thing," Noa whispered, her breath tickling the back of his neck, "having someone to hold, even if he's as stiff as a board."

Aidan slowly, awkwardly, turned to face her, his face flushed, his tongue uncooperative. "It's been some time since I shared a bed with uh…. someone like you."

"I'm hardly a lady," Noa reminded him. "But I'll forgive your clumsiness this time."

Aidan offered one of his instinctive apologies, but Noa cut him off with a growl. "I know what you meant. Just be prepared for my wit, Aidan. It's sharper than my claws."

Being able to fall asleep in Noa’s embrace wasn’t exactly easy. While her warmth and gentle caress over his breast made Aidan feel more comfortable than he did in years, the claws of her paws embracing his feet reminded him yet again of what she was.

He just…he couldn’t get used to it day one. No matter how much he craved for female company.

"So, are you a good kisser?” Noa's sudden voice cut through the stillness. “Or should I brace myself for disappointment?"

Aidan's heart immediately began to pound in his chest, the truth to that question evident with every throb of his temples. He had only been with one woman before, one that his father paid for in order to make a man out of him.

Oh well…no point in concealing the obvious.

"I've only been with a woman once, and it happened…from behind," Aidan drew his knees closer to his chest, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Noa's laugh was a low, throaty chuckle. "Well, that's promising. Let's see if you have any hidden talents, shall we?"

The wolfess wasted no time in clambering over his form so that they stood face to face. A single, commanding glance from her eyes alone was enough to force Aidan’s hands to cup her furred cheeks, his fingers trembling as they stroked her neck and ears. Intimacy was all but foreign to him, and that showed in the clumsy uncertainty of his movements.

“This is…surprisingly good. But I suppose anyone can pet a dog. Time to find out how you fare with a werewolf.”

Their lips met in a slow, tentative kiss. It was of the safest and least exciting variety, where she let him make the first move. When it did not come, her exotic canine tongue took control by dabbing at Aidan’s lips, its foreign texture so strange to him he cringed in shock.

"That was terrible," she said, ears perked in amusement.

"At least it was short," Aidan replied in an attempt to salvage some pride.

“Good thing I’m not the type of submissive bitch who takes no for an answer.”

Noa guided him on his back, her legs straddling him in a pinning maneuver. Their hands twined as her canine muzzle inched closer to him, the growl rippling in her throat deepening into a lustful sound.

Aidan merely withstood her kissing attempts, completely lost and awkward amidst the far too many techniques Noa attempted with him. Turning his head this side and that might have offended her, so he simply kept his eyes scrunched and attempted to match her flow by tentatively meeting her tongue with his.

This all too confusing game ended with Aidan’s half-erect cock squeezed by Noa’s hand as she withdrew from their kiss, lips tense in a desire-filled snarl.

“You suck at kissing, but this….” Noa said, positioning her already moistened canine vulva atop his semi-erect yet still somewhat susceptible tip. “This is something every man knows and loves.

Aidan winced as she pulled up and down on his length, drawing his foreskin across an aching and uncomfortable length. Soft whimpers and winces broke through his lips at how unpleasant it felt to be stimulated so soon after what must have been his most fulfilling orgasm, yet the wolfess was not deterred.

"No—ah,” Aidan gasped in discomfort. “I'm not ready. Still…recovering…"

His frail voice mattered not to the instinct-driven werewolf. As soon as he hardened enough, she inserted his cock into herself, holding it by the base to keep his shaft straight while riding him.

“Ahhhhh ffffuuuuckkkk….”

Aidan's eyes scrunched shut. A myriad of conflicting sensations assaulted his cock, most noticeably her heightened warmth and overwhelming wetness. And yet, every movement brought him more discomfort than pleasure, the far too sensitive status of his member turning what could have been a highly erotic act into an unwanted one.

Aidan’s hands sought her shoulders, neck and throat to try and reason with, but her response came swift. A tight, uncompromising hand lodged into his throat, her snarling muzzle inches from his face. "Never interrupt me while breeding," she hissed, snapping her fangs for emphasis.

Anger shone much brighter than fear within Aidan, the feeling of betrayal far too deep. "I'm not recovered, Noa!” he shouted with all the rage he could muster. “It hurts. I hate it!"

Noa's expression shifted in an instant. She scrambled off him, dragging herself to the far corner of the bed to put as much distance between the two of them as possible. One arm reached for a pillow that she used to cover her head, but that couldn’t shield the twitches of her toes, or the soft tremors rushing through her haunches.

“I’m sorry,” she mouthed, more silent and subdued than ever. “You can leave. If you wish. If you…don’t feel safe…”

Aidan lay there for a moment, frozen in shock by this immediate twist of events. It took a short while for his heart to settle; for his own chilling shivers to subside and for his breath to regain its normal rhythm.

As calm enveloped him, so did the sympathy towards Noa's actions. They were driven by something primal, something that he could not fully grasp. The wild nature that was a part of her had been momentarily unleashed, and it had caught them both off guard.

Slowly and deliberately, Aidan crawled over to her to wrap her in his embrace, just like she had done for him earlier. Noa immediately tensed, more so when his fingers found her nipples to brush against in erotic understanding.

“I feel safer with you, here, than I do out there,” Aidan said. He kissed along her arm and shoulder in silent reassurance. “And if you think this one incident is enough to make me give up next morning’s sex with you, then you’re in for a rude awakening.

Noa didn't react. Her body remained still and rigid, encased in a prison of her own making.

Aidan didn't pull away. He continued to hold her; to shield her with his presence from the pain and terror that undoubtedly competed for her sanity. Besides, he appreciated her initiative, her raw desire, even if his body had not been ready for it. There was something honest and unfiltered in her actions, and he found this spontaneity to be strangely endearing.

He remained glued to her through her moment of weakness, his breaths slowly evening out, the warmth of their bodies mingling. He almost had the perfect reply to help bring her out of her cocoon of shame, yet it remained on the tip of his lips as reality shifted into dream.

***The End***

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