Dangerous Beasts
Story by AstroSecant on SoFurry
Hey, it’s a Halloween story on Halloween! That...really is barely a Halloween story, as is typically my habit. But hey, at least it has werewolves. Well, one werewolf. But with the idea that there are more. Somewhere. Look, any excuse for some werewolf fuckin’, okay?
OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between two males, nonconsensual sex, transformation, size difference, rough sex, and two extremes of misjudgment.
“Man, why the hell’d we have to get partnered with HIM?” Gunther grumped, thumping his book on the table. “Don’t even wanna be near him, who knows when he’s gonna lose it?”
“Fuckin’ prof, doesn’t even realize what kinda danger he’s putting us in,” agreed Ian. “I wonder if we could sue him if we get attacked?”
“Both of you shut up!” The two looked over at their third group member, a somewhat mousy young man named Kevin, who was adjusting his glasses as he gave them both sharp looks. “There’s nothing wrong with Red, just because you two bigots can’t get over yourselves doesn’t mean you get to take it out on him!”
“Man, what are you even on?” Gunther replied with a snort. “You can tell me you WANNA be hanging around with dangerous beasts?”
“He’s NOT a dangerous beast!”
“Well...I wouldn’t exactly call that untrue all of the time.” The rest looked over at their fourth group member - Redford, a tall, somewhat muscular human with longish hair and a slightly darker skin tone that wasn’t quite a fit for any typical type of human background. “I’m not dangerous right now, though, I promise you.”
“How do we even know that?” spat Ian accusingly. “You’re a werewolf!”
Red rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and? I’m not a wolf right now, if you didn’t notice. I’m just your average everyday college student who wants to get a good grade on a school project. Which isn’t going to happen if you’re going to harp on this constantly, so let’s get it all out of the way right now, okay?”
“How do we know you ain’t gonna try to bite us and turn us into one’a you?” demanded Gunther. Red tried not to make the sigh of annoyance too obvious...Gunther was thick in every way, probably more likely to be a weight on the group than he was. That tall yet stocky body he bore was probably the most likely to be able to fight the werewolf side of him off, yet he seemed the most terrified of the prospect.
“One, I don’t bite unless given a good reason to. Two, I don’t know how many times it has to be said before you catch on, but that’s just an urban legend. Werewolves can’t transmit the trait by biting, or by any other means. You’re either born a werewolf or you become one by pact, and I know next to nothing about the latter versions.”
“You want us to believe you don’t know anything about the pacts?” Ian, ever the suspicious one, tall and lanky with sharp, beady eyes that cut harshly at anything he didn’t favor. “Your cavorting with demons to take tainted power and spread cursedness among our upstanding people?”
“Why would I? I was born a werewolf, just like the dad that passed it on to me. One of the unlucky 20%. They knew the risks, Mom said she would accept me no matter what, that’s just how it is. Neither of them got involved with any of the other stuff, and they didn’t teach me anything about it, because it’s not relevant to me.”
“Bet he fucked her as a wolf,” muttered Gunther with barely-concealed distaste.
Kevin glowered at him. “Maybe you’re just jealous because you know they’d be better at it than you.”
“Why you little-”
“ENOUGH, I don’t even want to think about that,” Ian said, cutting off that line of discussion. Which Red was glad for - he rather didn’t want to think about it himself, but it wasn’t an accident that his mother frequently went with his father during his ‘cycles,’ and he wasn’t sure how convincing his efforts to deflect would be. “But I also don’t want to be in the same room as a frenzied werewolf. How do I know you’re going to be safe?”
“I cycle with the full moon, like most of us. And I have it on my calendar. When I know it’s the day for me to change, I don’t come in. School’s already aware of that. If for some reason I HAD to shift, I sure as hell don’t do it around people, you think I wanna put them in danger? I don’t get to forget about what happens when I shift, even if I’m not in a normal state.”
Gunther blinked. “Huh? You can still think as a werewolf?”
“Of course I can.” Red resisted the urge to add ‘you cretin’ to that statement. “My mind is a lot wilder, but I’m not totally mindless. It’s hard for me to talk, to think too clearly, I’m driven by instinct and emotionally supercharged, it’s a rush that I can’t control but I’m still along for the ride. And I don’t want to do anything that I might regret, because then I have to live with that. Bad enough when it’s a wild animal…”
“You both need to stop being so mean,” said Kevin hotly. “Red’s never done anything to you, and he’s not gonna do anything to you. He’s not a dangerous beast, he’s part of our group, so get used to that!”
Ian finally conceded to that, lifting his hands in reluctant surrender. “Fine, fine. But if I see any reason that he’s going to be a threat to us, I’m not staying quiet about it, the professor’s going to hear about it.”
“If I’m a risk to put you in danger, you have every right to tell him,” replied Red, his even voice masking his annoyance well. “Now come on, let’s just get on with this. This boring-ass history project isn’t going to do itself.”
It was a productive, if somewhat tense, first meeting. Their project - a group presentation on an aspect of American history between the end of the Civil War and the turn of the century - was not one that any of them really had a ton of interest in, but that was what happened when you took classes to fill breadth requirements. They had a couple of topics that they agreed might be worth looking into, and each of them was supposed to do some initial research to figure out which might be the best to move forward with. It wasn’t a huge rush, they had a month to complete the project, but they didn’t want to be wondering what they were doing for too long.
At meeting’s end, they departed, Kevin and Red going the same direction for a bit. Red was a bit more familiar with Kevin than most of his other classmates, though it was hard not to be given that he was a rather vocal werewolf supporter. Red had never been shy or evasive about his state, but it wasn’t often that he was greeted with anything better than placid tolerance. Of course, he had found out through other channels that there was a reason for Kevin’s passionate defenses…
“What jerks...acting like you’re just gonna up and maul them at any moment.” Kevin was griping hard as they walked in the cool night air, the streetlights above providing most of the light to travel by. “It’s just stupid! You’re not dangerous at all! They just listen to all sorts of fake stupid horror stories and then think they know everything…”
“Yeeeah...listen, Kev, not that I don’t think it’s great that you’re on our side, but you gotta stop with the ‘werewolves aren’t dangerous’ thing,” Red remarked. “It’s not really true...we ARE dangerous, at least when we turn.”
“That’s just a whole lotta baloney! Werewolf attacks are super rare, and usually brought on by people threatening them!”
“They’re that way because we go out of our way to try to MAKE them that way. We don’t just go AWOL for no reason, you know. I isolate myself every time it’s my time to shift, and I avoid triggering shifts at any other time because I know the risk I bring. Other werewolves do the same thing, they get far away from anyone who’s not a werewolf so that we don’t accidentally hurt someone. We’re a risk that we want to mitigate.”
Kevin looked up at him, the expression on his face not buying what Red was saying. “But it’s not like you’re just brainless animals! You even said, you know what’s going on, that means you’re aware and you can stop things from getting bad!”
Red shook his head. “Bud, you have NO IDEA what it’s like in that moment. That shift...my mind just snaps off every filter, every inhibition, and turns up every instinct and aggression. The little cabin I hide away in is so torn up, because I get rowdy and lose control of myself, and it’s such a challenge to tell myself NOT to do anything. I wouldn’t want to put anyone at risk because of that. I know you have this idealized image of us in your minds because of your weird thing for werewolves, but trust me, it’s NOT a good idea to think of us as big cuddly doggos. We can do a LOT of damage.”
“I think you’re just buying into a whole bunch of negativity that’s put on you by unreasonable idiots,” Kevin replied insistently. “There’s a lot about werewolves that gets overblown, and then you and the rest just accept it because there aren’t enough of you to really fight back. That’s why we have to fight for you, to get you treated better. I’ll do whatever it takes, Red, they won’t keep you down forever!”
Red just gave up at that point; he didn’t want to go further and alienate a supporter, even one that was a bit willfully ignorant and fetishizing. It wasn’t often that they could find people who did think highly of them, after all...still, it made him nervous that Kevin was going to get himself into a sticky situation someday, and Red really hoped Kevin would live to regret it if and when that happened.
The next couple weeks went by pretty much like normal. Going to class, doing his homework, working on the group project, nothing particularly special or interesting. As the night of the full moon approached, Red caught a little more heat from the nervous Gunther and Ian, causing friction between them and Kevin which he had to work harder than he would have liked to smooth out, reassuring them that, no, he wasn’t going to suddenly break into wolf mode around them and, yes, he was going to be well out of the way when the time came. All things considered, he was quite glad to get away - and quite glad that it was a weekend, which certainly wasn’t always the case and made things a lot more convenient.
Shifting was somewhat in between voluntary and obligate for a werewolf. Any individual one would be forced into a shift after anywhere between 33 and 37 days without taking wolf form, with increasingly erratic and stressed behavior in the day or two leading up to the compelled change. Since a full moon cycle was 28 days, and because it was just sort of traditional, quite a few werewolves used that as the mark, but others could choose other lunar phases, or specific days of the month, whatever kept them on a regular schedule so they could avoid a catastrophe. But he COULD turn at any time he wished before that - there was nothing stopping a werewolf from wolfing out every night if they so pleased. Most didn’t, but a few who lived well off the beaten path did.
Red certainly didn’t blame them. The fact was, taking his wolf form felt GOOD. It was release and relaxation all in one, a time to let his mind rest and his instincts run wild. He was never so relaxed and content as when he wake up after a night of being that wild, dangerous beast, and it helped him get back into the groove for the next cycle. Usually an overnight was enough to sate the urge, but on a weekend like this, he’d typically go wolf all the way through Saturday, for an extra little burst.
And he had his own special place to do it, which he was parking next to now. It was an old, abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods, a place a buddy of his had recommended when he’d accepted his college position. Before then, he’d roamed the woods behind his house, a nice large rural property his parents owned; his farther usually took to the basement, and they’d always told him to go run around outside, the reason for which did not occur to him until he was in his late teens. Outside was fun, but there was always a risk of one running a bit TOO wild...Red had never hurt a person, but still had memories of the doe he’d taken down one night, memories that didn’t sit well with his more reasonable mind. Indoors, he’d make a mess, but it would only be property damage - and if the property was already damaged, no biggie.
And this property WAS pretty damaged. Red didn’t know the story behind it, but he suspected it was meant to be a vacation getaway that for some reason never really happened. There was no actual road to it, though there was a space large enough to drive a vehicle through in the trees leading to it. It had never been properly furnished; Red had kept it fairly sparse, only bringing in a couple large, old rugs to roll around on, an old cast-iron stove for cooking, and a big coffin-style freezer to store meat that he could take out and thaw for eating while shifted. His taste for raw meat definitely became stronger in that shape...some werewolves hunted like this, and chided those like him for not wanting to, but Red much preferred going to a butcher or a grocery store, the thought of attacking random animals made his human side squeamish. Wild game usually wasn’t as healthy, anyway.
Beyond that, there wasn’t much, he just kept a couple changes of clothing there just in case he happened to do something to his, but typically that wasn’t an issue - he was usually able to pack his clothes safely away before the shift. There wasn’t much point in keeping much there, he spent most of his time there in his wolf form, and there was no need for anything in the way of entertainment. If he chose to, he could go outside and romp around, but usually he was just as keen to romp around inside. It rarely took much to engage a shifted werewolf, they were big balls of energy and would almost always be just as content bashing themselves into things as doing anything meaningful.
As he stepped into the cabin, he took a deep whiff, picking up the musty air of old, stained rugs, stale air, and mangy dog, and looked around at the claw-gouged log walls and strewn detritus and dirt around the floor. Yep, that was home away from home all right. A smile came to his face as he stretched out a bit, loosening himself up for the change. In a way, it had already started, he felt that itching under the skin, the wolf eager to come out...he didn’t intend to deny it long, the sun was setting and he liked to change a bit before it got dark, so that he didn’t have to worry about vision - there were no lights inside, but werewolves never had trouble seeing in the dark.
At this point, it was just a matter of time. Red felt a bit of thrill through him as he started to get things set up. Which really just consisted of getting his clothes off this time, he’d already eaten quite a bit and wasn’t planning on pulling out any meat right now; he probably would tomorrow, maybe even not let himself shift back, he had enough sense as a wolf not to try to eat frozen meat, and letting it thaw might whet his appetite even better as the scent spread. He kicked off his sandals and his athletic shorts, then started to take off his shirt...but paused before he lifted it. Something was off, he had this feeling...he wasn’t quite sure what it was, but he just had this certainty that there was something not right here.
“Whoa, this is wild…” Red nearly had a heart attack as he whipped around, seeing a familiar bespectacled face that he really did NOT want to see - as if any face here at this moment was welcome. “Dude, this is so cool, it’s like a little werewolf hideout! Damn, you really tear it up in here!”
“Kevin!” Red managed to choke out. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”
“Proving a point! I’m here to show you that you’re not as dangerous as you think you are! And to show everyone else that you aren’t either!”
“You can’t be serious! Get out of here!”
“Relax! It’s gonna be fine!” Rather than trying to leave, Kevin closed the door behind him, and to Red’s horror locked it. “It’s just so terrible hearing you buy into the prejudice that other people force on you, I’m gonna help you shake that.”
“You...what...how did you even get here?!”
“I followed you! I knew you were heading out here today, so I watched for when you left and just kept after you! It was kinda tough making sure I stayed far enough behind that you didn’t notice, I almost missed you turning off into nowhere. But it all worked out! Now I get to show you just how wrong everyone is!”
“Are you crazy?” Red could not believe this was happening - everyone knew you were supposed to stay away from a werewolf shifting, even if you were their very best friend and they’d never hurt you intentionally, they just got too rowdy to always be in control of that! But now he was on the verge of shifting and he’d just been LOCKED IN with a human that didn’t look like he’d hold together well if Red’s HUMAN form bumped into him hard enough! Frantically he tried to hold back the rising tide of his change, but he knew already it was a losing battle, the stress was actually accelerating it, he wasn’t even going to get undressed in time now. “Get out before you get yourself killed! You’re...agh, I’m...I don’t have time...g-go, for the love of fuck, get the hell out of here!”
Kevin didn’t comply, and while Red would liked to have rushed forward and bodily shoved him out, there was no chance of that anymore. He tensed up and hunched over, patches of skin getting washed over with a dark aura as the change took hold. It was coming, no matter what…
Kevin watched in awe as it started. He’d seen plenty of videos of werewolves shifting, but seeing it right in front of him was so much more intense. An inky darkness crawled over Red’s skin, like something was enveloping him, taking him over. The more it covered, the more the other changes starting to show up, most notably the sudden swelling of that mass as size and muscle were packed on. Red was pretty big to start with, so Kevin was certain as a werewolf he’d be just towering, a thought that excited him - the bigger werewolves were always so much more daunting and breathtaking.
And Red was indeed growing pretty significantly, in height as well as broadness and thickness. He was writhing around a bit in place, his arms swinging around, barely staying still enough to see the lengthening fingers and nails as those mitts grew rather impressively huge. Kevin spared a look at Red’s legs, which were now covered in the darkness and reshaping into a more digitigrade shape, accompanied by a sinister crawling sound that felt almost subdued compared to the dramatic changes. From what he’d been told, the force that made them werewolves made the shift fairly painless, but the feelings of changing weren’t always the most comfortable; a subtler sound like that seemed appropriate for that.
There was another sound, though - the telltale sound of rending fabric. The T-shirt and boxers that Red hadn’t gotten off weren’t surviving the sudden change in size of their occupants, and were bursting at the seams and several other places. And speaking of bursting, inky fur was also busting out of the changed locations now, traveling along the same spots that the darkness had first emerged and rapidly spreading to cover Red’s limbs and torso. As the pieces of destroyed clothing fell away, Kevin’s eyes couldn’t help but dart to that swelling sheath and ballsack that were rather prominent between the werewolf’s legs. Always the best part of looking at videos of werewolves and werewolf transformations, in his opinion…
The most delayed changes were to Red’s head, but now they were coming in full force. His face was reshaping to a more wolven form, jaw and nose lengthening into a broad muzzle with long fangs visible as it opened. Red’s already long mane was getting longer and shaggier, flanked by his reshaped ears and transitioning to thicker fur on the back of Red’s neck and down his back. The fur was filling out on his face as well, the last part of him to be covered...Kevin shivered a bit as those eyes opened, those savage green eyes with such feral tension and wild energy. The changes finishing, Red reared back and let out a loud, ringing howl that almost seemed to flood the entire room. He’d gained over a foot of height and probably at least a buck fifty of raw muscle if Kevin had to guess, and though the fur covered the full extent of the definition there was definitely clear tone in Red’s limbs that made him look positively almighty.
It had Kevin entranced, that great ruddy beast captivating him in all his splendor, a specimen of perfection as far as the human was concerned. He could have watched him all evening...at least, that was what he felt until golden eyes leveled with his gaze, and he started a bit. Red was staring at him, chest heaving, deep growls escaping his maw, and the gaze that was fixed on him had a quality difficult for Kevin to define, but on a primal level it slightly unnerved him. “Easy, Red...I know you’re safe, you have control over yourself. Just relax a bit, you’ll be fine, I won’t get in the way of anything…”
A louder, more aggressive growl quieted Kevin down. Red may not have been a completely wild animal, but the way his mind was firing now, he wasn’t thinking about anything except dealing with the frustrating creature in front of him...in the haze, he latched onto a few select pieces of information. One, the human in front of him was not an invited or wanted guest. Two, that he was currently much more nervous that he wanted to let on, judging by his scent. And three, also judging by his scent, nervous was not the ONLY thing he was.
That reminded his wolf brain of another little fact: that he knew EXACTLY what Kevin thought about werewolves.
The first step was a warning of what was going to happen. The deep creak of the floorboards beneath that heavy paw caused Kevin’s heart to skip a beat, and he took a nervous step backwards. “H-hey...easy there, Red…I’m not an enemy...”
‘Enemy’ wasn’t the idea in Red’s mind...it was a different five-letter word he was fixated on now. And this time he didn’t just take a step forward, he lunged, surging towards Kevin faster than the human could possibly have reacted, not that there was much he could have done even if he did. Catching Kevin’s leg, the werewolf yanked him forward, getting a startled cry out of his prey as he fell backwards and thudded onto the floor. One big clawed hand held Kevin tight while the other grabbed a fistful of shirt and tore it away like it was paper, baring a scrawny, pale chest to the world. Kevin’s hands tried to claw for purchase on anything to pull away from the werewolf, but Red wasn’t allowing any escape; his claws hooked under the waistband of Kevin’s jean shorts and briefs, scratching his skin and getting another yelp from the human. The more durable material wasn’t so easily destroyed, but once Red joined a second hand there it was only matter of time. Within a few seconds, a loud tearing sound erupted as Red straight up tore the clothes right off of Kevin - revealing, just as he had already known was there, the stiff boner the human was sporting, bigger than one might have expected for how small Kevin was otherwise.
Not that that was even close to measuring up to Red. Kevin had to get his glasses adjusted again, having had them knocked askew when we fell...with his sight relatively clear, he was greeted with a monster of a cock swelling and pushing out of that imposing sheath. His breath caught in his throat as the werewolf’s musk hit his nose - thick, heavy, slightly bitter, and deeply masculine, a sensory trigger that no video could produce for him. Instinct was screaming at him to run away, but wearing nothing but his glasses, he was even more at risk of those claws doing some real damage - he’d been lucky enough to escape with a couple scratches when his clothes were wrecked. Maybe if he was more compliant, he wouldn’t get hurt…
Red wasn’t about to go easy on him, though, grabbing Kevin’s arm and pulling him roughly forward onto his knees, face-first into that blood-red dick, standing out like a beacon against the dark fur. The scent was even stronger and thicker up close, causing Kevin to cough a bit as it almost stung his nose. He pulled back reflexively, and this mistake was rapidly corrected when Red’s other hand caught his head and mashed it against that pole. Held there, Kevin could do nothing except hear the command barked to him. “SUCK.”
One word, but all the impact. Kevin had seen enough videos to be familiar with werewolf speech - simple, broken, halting, and sharp, even at their calmest they couldn’t talk like normal. Partly because their mouths weren’t as adept, partly because their brains just didn’t process speech as well. They understood just fine, it was only the production side that was reduced. So you rarely got more than a few words at a time...but when you did, you listened. Especially if it was a command. Kevin wasn’t about to try to argue, because odds were Red would make it happen whether he agreed or not...he opened his mouth and wrapped it around the tip of that humungous tool.
It might have been better if he could have taken it a little more slowly, but he wasn’t being granted that luxury. His tongue was immediately assaulted by that thick werewolf flavor, a slightly slimy wetness from his sheath the only thing to offset that pervasive musk. It was so intense, too much for him too quickly, but Kevin could do nothing but endure it, mainly because his head wasn’t going back against the strength of Red’s paws on him. His mouth was already stretched wider than he was ready for by just what was in there, and fighting it would definitely not help that. He kept licking and slurping over what was in his mouth, trying to get a little more comfortably in position since he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Despite the roughness and ferocity, despite the terrifying lack of control or care for him, Kevin was potently aware that his erection hadn’t abated one bit…
A tightening of the grip on his head was all the warning Kevin got before Red took action again. Suddenly he pushed HARD, driving the thick cock into Kevin’s throat without the human being remotely prepared for it. Panic seized Kevin as his throat was invaded, stretched out visibly by the giant shaft, arms flailing around a bit until they found purchase grabbing the fur on Red’s thighs. He tried to pull back, thought he was succeeding somehow, only to realize that it wasn’t him, rather Red had pulled partway out, and he thrust in again before Kevin could react, leaving him to spasm around it reflexively. His fingers tightened on the werewolf’s fur, though it didn’t seem to bother Red at all, as he merely started humping harder, mashing his knot against the human’s face and smearing musky fluid against it.
The brutal fucking would have been far, far worse if it wasn’t a werewolf, Kevin was very aware of this. Big as he was, Red was far from the largest, or largest hung, that Kevin had borne witness to, and he’d watched more than enough werewolf-on-human porn to know that they didn’t do ANYTHING easy. And anything that big NOT on a werewolf carried a hefty degree of danger to it...but werewolves were different. The ‘pact’ that was the origin of all werewolves - those inheriting the trait may not have performed it but still carried its legacy - was a demonic one, carrying a fell energy that fueled their transformations and allowed them their impressive sizes and strengths and resiliences. No one was quite sure what was in it - even werewolves didn’t know what the words actually meant, they weren’t quite a match for any major language - but it was thought that something in the spell allowed werewolves to control, to a degree, the level of harm they did to humans. It certainly wasn’t something that was fully protective, but in certain circumstances, werewolves could be much more dangerous or much less dangerous than they should have been. And one of those circumstances was sex - insertions that would have done rather serious damage normally were able to happen mostly safely, unless a werewolf was actively trying to harm them that way. This was the sort of thing that helped fuel Kevin’s fantasies...the reality he was facing now was, just because it wasn’t damaging him didn’t mean his body didn’t THINK it was. All the panic buttons in his brain were being mashed as that fat cock skewered his throat, even though the pain was fairly tame the alarm from it was extreme, telling him he was actively on the brink of death. His breathing WAS very restricted, though, which wasn’t helping...he was able to squeeze a bit of air in and out in time with the thrusts, but not much, and all of it was thick with musk that made it feel heavy and hard to draw in.
And despite this, he was WILDLY aroused.
It wasn’t so bad on Red’s end either - feeling Kevin’s tight throat spasm around his dick was only adding to the pleasure, letting his wild mind run even wilder. He started to thrust harder, like he was trying to slam his engorged knot past Kevin’s teeth, though there wasn’t nearly enough stretch for that. It didn’t matter, though, the extra pressure and rubbing on his canine cock was more than enough to get him where he was trying to go. Thick spurts of precum were shooting into Kevin’s throat and down into his stomach, Red wasn’t pulling out enough for him to get an actual taste, nor did he even care - he wanted to rut this bitch and blow his load, not indulge the human intruder.
Though he was starting to get dizzy, Kevin was very aware that Red was getting close, he could feel that throbbing tool bulging in his throat, adding to the incredible strain. With musky sheath slime caked around his mouth and nose, his entire world was werewolf cock and musk, and it was driving him wild. His own dick was begging for attention, but he couldn’t give it, his grip on Red’s thighs was far too tight and desperate for that. He started trying to work Red as much as he could, sucking and swallowing with what wherewithal he had, hoping to get him off as soon as he could and get some proper air in his lungs.
Finally, a deep snarl erupted from that lupine throat, and Kevin felt that first burst of thick, hot cum shoot out into him, forcing its way down his esophagus in a rather forceful surge. That knot ground against him as Red unloaded in him, the heat pouring through him, filling him rapidly up with thick, heady spunk. It was a struggle to keep it from coming back up for Kevin, there was just so much and it was thick enough that it was threatening to flood him out, but he managed to hold it down and keep himself from being overwhelmed even further. The dizziness was getting worse, though, as that shaft lodged in his throat was no longer offering opportunities for him to get extra air.
Just when he thought he might not be able to take anymore, Red pulled out of Kevin’s throat, giving the human a chance to breathe and swallow the last drool of cum that had been dragged across his tongue. Finally Kevin could let go of Red’s fur, if only to thump his hands down on the floor, dragging in deep breaths to shake off the cobwebs and coughing a bit as his strained, raw throat reacted to the sudden influx of air. The taste of werewolf clung indelibly to his tongue, it wasn’t going to go anywhere for a while...especially without water, which he hadn’t thought to bring. He hadn’t really thought that far ahead, though at the moment it was the one thing he HAD thought about, incorrectly, that was more of an issue for him.
And he was far from finished, as well. Red barely offered Kevin the change to catch his breath before flipping the human onto his back roughly, well before he was ready for more action to happen. Massive hands gripped Kevin’s legs, lifted them, and forcefully parted them, that slab of canine meat stroking against his pucker threateningly as the sharp golden eyes glared down at him. “MINE...BITCH…”
Kevin wasn’t about to put up any argument to that. Not that he was in any position to, literally or figuratively. Those beefy paws were not relinquishing his legs under any circumstances...he was not getting out of this until Red had taken what he wanted. And, heaven help him, he wanted every bit of it, no matter how terrifying it was. And it was absolutely terrifying.
That might just have made it better.
Kevin cried out as his ass was brutally intruded upon by that giant cock. It wasn’t the first thing he’d ever had up there, but it was the first thing connected to an actual person, and by FAR the largest...it was no exaggeration to say he might as well have been a virgin for all that his experience prepared him. Like at the other end, it registered as worse than the actual effects were, his rear end exploding in sharp pain as he was distended beyond reason. His blowjob hadn’t really provided much in the way of lubrication, Red was getting through by sheer feral power, and taking it easy clearly wasn’t on his menu...Kevin knew he was just going to have to endure it. Everyone said it got better, though...
Red wasn’t making that easy. As far as the werewolf was concerned, this was about him rutting himself to the finish. His hips rocked back and forth as he plunged deep into Kevin and then jerked out roughly, not bothering trying to ease Kevin into something that was far too large for him. His knot smacked against that protesting rear over and over, demanding entry but not getting enough yield for that, not yet. Not that Red minded too much, he was enjoying that tight ass around his thick cock too much to want to tie just yet…the more Kevin resisted, the longer he’d get to have fun drilling the bitch.
It was way more intense than Kevin had expected, his first time being a werewolf bitch was disabusing him of a lot of illusions he’d had. He was clawing at the floor, trying to find something to grip onto to transfer a bit of that overwhelmed energy into, but there was nothing to get purchase on, he was left at the mercy of taking whatever Red had to give him. His voice was plenty hoarse by now, the savaging from that cock and the constant cries were getting him scratchy, but he couldn’t stop them as the fierce jolts forced whatever air he could grab out of him. Red’s humps were downright punishing, harder than they looked in anything he’d actually seen, and his scrawny body wasn’t in any way prepared for it. And there was no telling him to slow down, to be gentle, Kevin couldn’t have gotten a word out and even if he had it would have been ignored completely. Red, it seemed, had barely any more control over himself than Kevin had over him.
And holy hell, was that driving him wild.
Kevin might have been aching badly, might have been getting rapidly exhausted, might have had a heart pounding so hard he thought it might give out, but if he had ever been this aroused in his life he couldn’t remember it. Being ravaged by that wild, hulking beast that could tear out his throat with barely an effort, helpless to do anything but take the savage fucking that Red was giving him...this hadn’t at all been what he thought it would be like, and it wasn’t at all what he thought would get him the most excited about the whole thing. And the visible evidence of it was in his throbbing erection, leaking and splattering precum as it bounced around from the violent impacts between the two bodies, flinging wetness and the scent of lust into the air. If anyone could pick up on it, it was Red, and Kevin knew that had to be making the werewolf even more lusty.
His body was starting to come around, too, if only a little bit. Kevin wouldn’t say it didn’t hurt at all after a bit, but the pain was starting to become part of the enjoyment of the experience, amplifying the pleasure that was starting to break through. His cries took on a more amorous tone, through they remained as breathless as they had been, air as fleeting a presence in his lungs as ever from the hard humping. He could feel Red upping the force he was driving in with, intent on sinking that knot into him...and Kevin wanted it, more than anything, and tried to offer himself up as much as he could, though there was no loosening up around that monster thickness already skewering him.
He didn’t need to, though - Red had more than enough left in the tank to take what he wanted. The werewolf suddenly went into overdrive, pounding with as much force as he could to force Kevin’s tight rear to accept his engorged knot. It was only a matter of time before he succeeded, every thrust working Kevin more and more open until he finally managed to break that pucker open on the fat bulb of flesh, a loud slick pop heralding his triumph. Pain flared out through Kevin’s ass once again, followed almost immediately by a fierce orgasm, his cock spurting all over him as he twisting and bucked. And then, another loud, reverberating howl, and suddenly Kevin’s guts were being inundated with copious amounts of thick, gooey jizz, filling him up quite rapidly and completely. With that enormous knot blocking off any possibility of exodus, every drop searched for space deeper inside Kevin, the fullness spreading further up his body as every bit of him packed on the spunk. There was so much of it, Kevin couldn’t believe how much was filling him up, even if he’d seen plenty of evidence of it before it was something so different to actually FEEL it. He thought he might just swell up like a balloon from it all, though it didn’t seem that that was actually happening, just feeling like it.
Red’s orgasm felt like it lasted almost forever...Kevin’s had come and gone, and yet he still felt that fluid gushing into him. Not that he minded too much, it was a bit of a break for him, Red wasn’t fucking him and his weary, beat-up body could recover a little bit. Or so he thought, until the werewolf dropped his legs and half-flopped down on top of him, the heavy weight burying him under a mountain of fur. From there, Red was grinding slowly back and forth, mostly taking Kevin with him rather than moving inside him. He wasn’t fully laying on Kevin, but a fair bit of weight was on the human, making sure he wasn’t moving anywhere on his own, even if he did somehow escape that knot. Which also wasn’t even a remote possibility, until it went down…
After what felt like a long time, the knot did start going down a little bit, easing the strain on his rear. Kevin thought that might be the end of it...until he felt Red suddenly grab his rear end, and pull hard, spreading them a bit painfully as the thickness inside was still quite robust. Red didn’t seem to care, though, as he gave a forceful tug, then another, and then finally a third much harder one that puppet the half-swollen knot out, getting a harsh cry from Kevin as he felt another surge of pain. Once the knot came out, though, so did the rest, relieving the strain on his body. The emptiness was quickly addressed by some of that backed-up werewolf cum rushing to fill it, though not a whole lot of it ended up coming out.
The respite was very short-lived. Red suddenly grabbed Kevin and tossed him onto his stomach, knocking the human’s glasses askew once again. Kevin barely had time to stabilize them before he felt the tip of the werewolf’s cock once again at his ass, and scarcely had time to react to that before it was once again inside him, spearing his already-abused ass with no less fervor and roughness than before, and plenty more mess as the thrusts became far sloppier and wetter. It didn’t hurt quite as much, maybe he’d just gotten number to it, but it was still fierce and draining, and Kevin was realizing that he had no idea how long he was going to be used by the rowdy and randy werewolf...and he was probably in for a long, tiring night...
Red didn’t typically wake up still in wolf form - usually one night was all it took for him to sate the beast and he’d be back to his human shape in the morning. But that wasn’t the case this time...when he planned to stay in wolf shape, that was usually the time that he didn’t turn back, since why go back to human if he was just going to wolf out again right away? He would have thought that the unexpected event that had happened last night would undermine that, but apparently when he decided to stay wolf his wolf side was intent on sticking him with it.
Kevin was in his arm, pinned against his furry body possessively, in a position that suggested that they’d conked out knotted together - after what round, Red certainly couldn’t remember, but at least three or four. He didn’t look too injured, though there were a few fresh marks on his body from claw nicks and scratches; somehow, his glasses had managed to make it through undamaged. He looked to have just roused as well, shifting and moaning in Red’s arm. Instinct compelled Red to try to restrain his bitch, but he forced it down. He wasn’t exactly out of the wold werewolf mindset, but this far into the shift he had a bit more control of himself than in the immediate aftermath. That wouldn’t last too long, though, if the scent of the human riled him up again.
As Kevin squirmed, Red decided to take action. He rolled onto all fours, looking down at Kevin, who suddenly blinked awake as his world shifted around him, eventually finding himself on his back under a huge mass of werewolf. Red’s eyes bore into the human as he struggled to impart his message. “You...know...now? We...rrr...dan-ger…”
Drawing a sharp breath in and shivering a bit, Kevin nodded. “Y-yeah...you were right. You...you guys are dangerous. I...wow...I never realized...just how wild you guys actually got...I guess I should have, uh...guessed that you’d know better than I did...a-heh, sorry, Red…”
At least he realized it...but Red wasn’t getting the sense that that was having as much effect as it should. Kevin didn’t look or sound particularly terrified, for one thing...and for another, his scent was taking on that enticing quality again. “What…” His mouth formed nothing after than but growls as the words to ask failed to come to him.
Kevin seemed to pick up on it anyway. “Well…” He reached up and stroked Red’s face a bit. “Maybe you ARE dangerous...but, that was even better than I thought it would be. I already loved how sexy you guys look, how hung you are, but...that feeling of being helpless, of being totally overwhelmed, that I don’t have any choice but to submit to you, no chance of escaping or fighting...holy shit, that was such a turn-on. And you’re still in that shape, so I don’t think there’s any way I’m gonna be able to get away from you…”
Well, not if he kept coming onto him like THAT, that was for damn sure. Red’s fragile composure faltered badly, one big paw moving from beside the human to right on top of him, pinning Kevin totally and completely. His eyes narrowed, excitement picking up as Kevin’s arousal tinged the air around them. “You...mine...rut...bitch…”
Kevin moaned and shivered under the big paw. “Oh, yeah...I’m your rut bitch. So...show me what you do to one, again...please…”
An insatiable rut bitch, at that...but Red was beyond caring at this point, as his own arousal started to meet the air again. Perhaps Kevin wasn’t as undesirable a presence as he’d initially thought...and if being rut by dangerous beasts was just what he wanted, them Red had a feeling he wouldn’t have any problem providing that for him, over and over again.