Velvet and Steel: A Werewolf boyfriend X Reader Story Part 1
Story by Chezara on SoFurry
Finally getting around to writing werewolf stuff again. I did many moons ago, but never allowed that work to see the light of day due to insecurities about my writing quality. But after years of improvement, I'm ready to put it out there! :3
Malphas is a character I've been working with for a few years, and he is bisexual, so I WILL be pairing him with a male partner as well.
Enjoy!
Malphas (C) belongs to me!
The dark thunderheads bruising the horizon crack open on your way home, releasing a downpour of April showers.
"Just fucking great." Normally, you enjoy the rain and all the lovely scents and blooms it brings with it, but you have had such a shitty day.
In your line of work, which happens to be retail, you've been called every name in the book, sneered at, talked down to, and even had merchandise hurled at you.
You know, the typical customer service employee experience.
But never have you been spit on.
And all because you were out of some old bat's size of clothing and wouldn't be restocking your store's supply for a few weeks. But hey, at least you got to tell her that you ARE the manager, and bring her little power trip to a screeching halt.
"Why do people have to be such assholes?" You seethe and your knuckles pale as you clutch the steering wheel in a death grip.
Your wheels follow the winding road, splashing through puddles as you drive deeper and deeper into the woods.
It floods your veins with relief when the silhouette of your tiny house crouched among the timbers finally comes into your watery view. Headlights spill a jaundice yellow glow over the short shrubs that you planted years ago to frame a driveway of sorts, and it's pitch black outside when you shut your car off.
The full moon most mercifully burns through the curtain of storm clouds, and it is the only thing which grants you enough light so you don't stumble in the dark.
Still, you trip over your feet because why the fuck not, but thankfully maintain your balance.
Running a hand through your rain-soaked hair in frustration, you finally manage to dig your keys out of your purse and unlock the door.
'Damn it.' Of course, the first thing to greet you when you push it open is a mess.
"Hun, I told you to wipe your paws before coming in when it's raining." You remind Malphas with a sigh as your eyes track the dinner plate-sized pawprints that trail all the way from the front door into the living room. They finally end before the hulking black wolf that is curled up before the flickering hearth, drying his pelt after a run through the woods behind your house.
Standing with your hands on your hips, he can read that you are not too pleased with him.
His reply is a low whine of apology accompanied by a submissive flattening of his ears. The three-hundred pound werewolf rises from the rug by the fireplace and trots back to the front door, and then tries to compress himself enough to where all four massive paws fit onto the area of the welcome mat; he then carefully wipes them in a too-little, too-late attempt to comply with your request.
Looking up at you, Malphas cocks his head, and lets his tongue loll out of mouth in a wolf's grin.
'Better?'
You can't help but laugh, and you feel the chill in your bones melt when his tail goes from zero to sixty.
"That's… better, but you're still cleaning that in the morning." You tease as he trots up to you and nudges his muzzle under your hand. He stands as high as your waist and your fingers disappear into the dense black fur of his facial ruff.
As you rub his face, you hear the unsettling bony pops as he shifts from his quadrupedal form in favor of his bipedal.
In no time at all he grows from the size of a Great Dane to a towering seven feet; a solid wall of muscle and primal power.
He maintains the head of a wolf- with a long muzzle, tall ears and eyes of molten gold which gleam with predatory intelligence.
"And if I make it up to you?" He suggests in that voice which is like chocolate- rich and dark and smooth.
"Well then… maybe I would be willing to clean up instead?" You reply with a wry smile, and he flashes a mouthful of ivory fangs as the rough pad of this thumb gently strokes your cheek.
He then pulls you into his arms, and his embrace is hot steel wrapped in lush fur.
He buries his nose into your hair and breathes you in.
"Rough day?" He asks, smelling your frustration.
"Very. This is why I prefer animals to people."
"Then I must be quite the catch, hmm?" He jokes.
"Don't go getting a big head, now."
"Oh, but it isn't my head that gets big-"
Playfully smacking his chest with a giggle, he lets out a low, growling chuckle, and then immobilizes your arms by squeezing you even tighter.
"Careful, little girl." Malphas swipes his velvety tongue along the artery that runs up the side of your neck, and it makes you shiver despite how your blood thrums with heat.
"Mmm. And what a big tongue you have there, Mr. Wolf." You purr.
Corny, you know. But he's more than happy to play your game.
"All the better to eat you with." He rumbles, raising a brow ridge. "Why don't you get out of these wet clothes and take a hot shower?"
"Gladly. I'm soaked."
Your words are instantly followed by a chuff of interest from him, and you know then he's going to be knot-deep in you before the night is over.
And oh, how you could use that kind of stress relief.
Hot water cascades over you, soothing your tense muscles with gentle fingers of warmth.
Dipping your head under the spray, you let the water pour over your face and your lips part so you can breathe in lungfuls of refreshing steam.
Taking your time to enjoy the fragrant soap, you whip the bar into a lovely lather that smells of relaxing lavender and scrub down in slow circular motions.
You finish rinsing off and turn the handles with a squeak, shutting off the flow and then step out. A fluffy towel and fresh set of dry clothes awaits you on the sink, courtesy of Malphas. After exiting the bathroom, you poke around in your bureau and fish a pair of black lacy panties out.
These are your favorite- as Malphas said, they accentuate your curves and make for one lovely full moon.
Slipping your legs into them and the t-shirt over your head, you decide to forgo the pants and prance into the living room in your skimpy threads. When you find the house to be empty, you head for the back door and flick the porch light on. It seems the storm has finally passed.
Venturing outside, you hear thunder still roiling in the distance. The gentle patter of water rolling off the leaves of the surrounding trees collects into puddles between the gnarled roots below. The mineral scent of rain, cedar and sodden earth is thick in the air as you hop along the cobblestone path, guided by the light's dim glow.
You watch as Malphas sniffs around the trees closest to the house, and his right ear swivels in your direction.
His fiery eyes simmer as he takes in your state of undress when you close the distance on quiet, bare feet.
"It's a beautiful night." You offer.
"Indeed." He agrees, and then rakes his talons down the trunk of an old aspen, carving deep grooves into the bark.
Malphas typically marks his territory using traditional canine means, but the rain always washes it away. So each time a storm passes through, he scores the four corners of the property with claw marks. Any werewolf who would happen upon them will know to steer clear from his domain.
"Was that the last one?"
"It was," He confirms, and then he winds an arm around the small of your back, and leans down to brush his face against your neck. "But now that my most priceless treasure has showered, I will need to mark her once again."
His sweet words make warmth curl low in your belly.
"Fair enough. We can't have anyone thinking I'm free game, now can we?"
He licks along your throat. "Mmm... certainly not. You're far too delicious to pass up."