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Finding Release with Werewolves

Part two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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His nervous pooled and twisted in the pit of his stomach, yet Mickael could not deny that there was excitement there too, bubbling and fizzing as if it was boiling over. Anxiety and excitement, after all, could feel very similar if one was not skilled at discerning the difference between the two. Sometimes, that could be confusing – well, it had been confusing for him when he had still been trying to sort his emotions out in his life.

His teenage years had not been as kind to him as Mickael wanted to recollect. Yet there was no changing the past.

Instead, Mickael looked ahead, shutting a door on the past. He had powers, powers beyond what he could ever have expected or even hoped for. Truthfully, the notion had never crossed his mind that he could have been a Psion all along. It would be a different form of study to learn about his new powers and, of course, Psions had a wide variety of very lucrative, profitable and interesting careers that they could pursue. It was not as if he was ever going to be tied down to only one thing, which helped settle him a little more too. He never liked doing one thing and only one thing; the idea of doing one thing only for the rest of his life, to make the best use of his powers, made his stomach churn.

Maybe I could even work on hyperspace and space travel, he thought, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. That would be interesting… Yet I’ve never even been this far from home before.

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He could have been more widely travelled than he was, but there was no way to change that, in hindsight. What would it be like to go off-world though? It seemed so far away and yet the reality of it was that he would be going off the planet for his serious training and exploration of his powers in no time at all. It all depended on when they had enough Psions at the centre to ship them off and start them all together. It seemed like a sensible way to do it – but Mickael was hardly experienced with things like that.

At least I’m a low threat… Whatever that means, he thought. The agent… Hey, I never got his name, did I? At least it means that I get to go around here wherever I like, I think. Suppose there will be some locked doors.

And, of course, he could not get out of the Paranormal Affairs Centre, which was notable. Mickael shivered, feeling shut in already. He’d never been locked in somewhere before, nothing like that. Yet it was not as if he had ever been someone who always wanted to be out and about. He wasn’t even curious when it came to his surroundings, preferring texts and sciences that could be studied in laboratories.

Before his heart could pang once more for the career and the life that he had expected for himself and had to leave behind, Mickael shook himself and headed to the door.

Time for a distraction.

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He would, however, have to find a way to distract himself, as, apparently, a batch of Psions in training had only just left the planet, so he was, in fact, the only newly awakened Psion there.

Which could be very good or very bad. Or, perhaps, more boring than bad.

Of course, they had told him also not to try to use his powers, though he did have a map and directions to the main office, if ever needed. So, he could go somewhere to ask for help.

Poking his head out of his door, he mused at the long, grey corridor. That had to be where the rooms of the other Psions would be – filled once the Psions arrived. How long would it even take for enough Psions to arrive for it to be worth taking them off-world? He didn’t have any concept at all of things like that.

He wondered just what he was to do if his powers came to the forefront again, especially if he was unaware of them. The cameras in the public areas were quite obvious, one pointing down the hallway at that very moment, but he was sure that there were many more discreet ones positioned all over the centre too. The fact that the camera had been left visible meant it was intended to act as a deterrent.

Fantastic.

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Mickael pressed his lips together wryly. It would have been more interesting there, he had to admit, if he had someone, anyone, to go around with, at least to distract his attention somewhat. But he couldn’t let the clawing twists of loneliness get a hold into his soul, oh no. So, he paced out lightly and closed the door behind him. The key that he had was electronic, coded to his door. He only hoped that it would not fail and make him traipse all the way up to the office.

Mickael didn’t know as much about Psions as he would have liked to and made a mental note to see if there was a library there, so he could at least do a bit of studying while he was alone and stuck for anything else to do. He didn’t have his phone, of course, and there were gaming systems too that had to have been left at home. Everything modern, those days, had online communications and ways to contact others. It probably wouldn’t have taken all that much to hook them up to the centre’s systems, their connection to the online networks, even if he was not supposed to.

Yet Mickael had no pointed direction to go in, dipping in and out of buildings aimlessly. The bedrooms and common areas seemed to be all in one three-storey building, which suggested that there was only a moderately limited number of Psions that were expected to be there at any one time. Curious… When he had been transported there, he had thought that it may even be the size of a town, though his judgement on the scale of the operation had been off-base there.

There were green areas between the buildings, connected by paths, as if it had a university campus feel about it, though that was another thought that Mickael had to push back, ignoring as he walked. The quiet, however, was disconcerting, the lack of birdsong in the air lending an artificial, surreal quality to the air.

Beyond the walls, a force-field glittered and flickered. His lips pressed together. Yet another note, by presence of making it known that there was a force-field keeping him there, that he was being contained and that he was being watched.

The constant surveillance was going to get to him sooner or later and Mickael shivered. What if they had bugged his room too, watching him even while he slept? In a way, it made sense that they would be keeping tabs on the newly awakened, though it didn’t make it any more comfortable for him to think of his privacy being invaded quite like that.

Just another thing that, for the moment, he had to put from his mind. Surely not every area of the centre, however, could be monitored? There had to be somewhere, maybe a staff area or something, that he could slip into, just to feel like he was finally alone with his thoughts and sensibly at peace.

He exhaled softly as he made his way into an area where trees were planted. They looked like cherry blossoms, the pink petals rather distinctive as they were his mother’s favourite, though the flowers were bigger and bolder than even he remembered. Maybe that was another thing that was different there, Psions even able to feed their power into plants to improve the soil?

I really need to research…

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If he had brought a map out with him, he would have found the library more easily but, alas, the doors were locked, which was to be expected. It was not the place where the Psions were expected to undergo the majority of their training, after all, but just somewhere to hold them in the interim.

If I’m being allowed to roam, however, he thought with a shiver that did not bring any comfort to him at all, then…there will be some that are not allowed to go anywhere. How do they enforce that? Can some only stay in the main building to have their needs met? What about the ones that would be locked in their rooms?

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If he was to be around volatile people, or those that didn’t have their powers under wraps, like apparently he did, then he needed to be prepared.

To his surprise, he found another dorm-style building – well, without the larger, more casual common areas, it reminded him of a hotel. So, maybe he was in something more akin to a conference complex than a university, which made Mickael feel a little better.

He found a set of meeting rooms, all empty, fiddling with things that had been left in there, though a holographic projector displaying the set-up logo was only interesting to him for a short time. The cafeteria was a place of greater interest to him but, even though he called out, he couldn’t find anyone working there. There was a vending machine but, of course, he hadn’t thought to take any money with him. Honestly, it had not even crossed Mickael’s mind to do so, considering where he was going. He just hadn’t had any idea and it was not as if he had been given much time to pack and process everything that had happened to him.

Everywhere appeared deserted, making the back of his neck prickle and tingle with a sense of unease that had not been present in him for some time.

While he wandered, Mickael did not quite know that he was not alone there, without even seeing anyone that worked there – though he hadn’t headed up to the offices that he had been told about yet. He hadn’t considered that there had to be some staff members there, despite it being so quiet. If he had come at a different time, there would have been many more newly awakened Psions there to spend time with. As it was, he had to wait for the next lot of inductees to arrive, so that they could all enter training together.

He glanced up at the walls in the garden, how high they were. An experienced Psion could find a way over those walls, though he did not yet know how to consistently use and access his powers. That was, in a way, something of a curse. For the centre was a prison until he had been assessed and trained.

That was still something that everyone went through and it was not as if he had heard any bad stories out of the centre. Mickael would have to trust in that.

He had no choice.

However, that he was not completely alone there would end up turning into his advantage. For, as he ducked back inside, wondering if he should see if there was a way to get some kind of food in the quiet cafeteria area, he paused at the approach of footsteps. Or paw steps, if one was looking at it like that, for a big werewolf woman came around the corner with a box full of snacks tucked under her arm.

“Oh, heavens…”

He breathed out the words as he took a half step back. Someone may have wondered how he knew she was female, though her large, bare breasts were obvious in that regard. She was taller than him too, which just about put her breasts at eye height, her nipples soft and dark, though they still stood out through her rich, brown fur.

Her muzzle was sharply angled like that of a German Shepherd, yet there was no mistaking her for anything other than a werewolf. There was a feral edge to her in her smirking smile, her pointed ears picked up tall. Even her fur was a little rougher and coarser in appearance, her tail thickly full and bushy, the underside a pale, lighter tan than the rest of her body. But he thought, even though Mickael didn’t quite know how the notion passed through his mind at that time, that it would have been soft, very much so, if he had the luxury of dragging his fingers through it.

“Oh, excuse me…”

Mickael tried to be composed and contained, though it was hard to do so when she was naked. He knew that werewolves, typically, were treated as a different class of creature – not like human beings, though he didn’t know how much he agreed with that. They had always seemed intelligent and sharp of wit when he had ever had the chance to converse with them, though his parents, prior, had tried to make sure that he stayed well away from them. Something about lying down with dogs. He remembered a note somewhere about a woman who had disappeared from school. There had been rumours, back then, that she had been seen kissing a werewolf, though he had put it down to something silly. Kids had liked to talk a lot back then and, as he’d grown up, Mickael had found that adults liked to talk too.

He tried to turn and excuse himself, not wanting to get in the way or be called out on staring, even though he didn’t know what the rules on that were at all. Her wide hips and curvy figure, after all, was something that he very much appreciated.

“Hm…”

The werewolf woman twitched her ears, eyeing him with a softer look in her eye.

“Hey, sir,” she said, addressing him formally, as was the case with all werewolves. “You are new here, aren’t you? I haven’t smelled you around these corridors before. And a new Psion…”

He started slightly, turning back to her.

“Ah, yes, yes, I am,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But how did you know that I was a new Psion?”

“Hm, I know it is a little different for people, sir,” she said, though he didn’t miss that she referred to herself as something other than people. “But I could smell that you are a Psion too. We can track scents and our scent memory is often better than our memory of what we see.”

He smiled, more interested, for the moment, in what she had to say, despite her body still being out there and on show.

“Oh, that’s amazing,” he said, momentarily wishing that he had such a sense of smell; his powers would end up being far greater than that, however. “Do you have other senses too that are different from ours?”

“Yes!” She barked, her tongue lolling out happily, not restricted in the slightest about her behaviour. “I can sense Psions too, so can all the werewolves here. Of course, some are better at it than others.”

“Well, yes, you are very right,” Mickael said with a smile, taking a step back so that he could, at the very least, better take her in. “I am a new Psion… It’s only been a few days since everything changed for me. This whole place is new to me.”

Yet he swallowed faintly and trailed off, his eyes once again roaming her body. There was a line there that would have been present if he had been with another person but…a werewolf was a werewolf. He saw them as intelligent and the same but they performed different roles in the world and Mickael wasn’t quite sure where they fit in yet.

Maybe that was what it made it easier for his eyes to roam her form, admiring the subtle shifts in the colour of her fur, how it rose from tan to black, marking darker across her shoulders. A rich brown dominated her fur, however, and her dark nipples were barely noticeable through her fur, despite their prominent proximity on her chest.

She smiled more widely, a note of humour entering her eyes. It was not unusual for her to find someone that just couldn’t stop staring at her, though to see someone so entranced – now that was something different indeed.

And she couldn’t quite resist teasing him a little, putting her free hand on her hip and cocking it out a little more. Mickael’s eyes flicked back up to her face guiltily, the pink of a blush dusting his cheeks.

“Do you like what you see, sir?” She asked, making a little pose, arching her back and letting her buttocks thrust out behind her more, tail lifted. “You can’t seem to take your eyes off me!”

Not that she minded in the slightest. She rather liked being looked at, the warmth of his gaze bringing pride to her, swelling through her heart and chest as if liquid desire was being poured right into her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry for staring,” he said, holding his hands up and looking deliberately away, trying to respect her modesty, too late after the damage had been done though. “I didn’t mean to, I’ve just not, ah, spoken to all that many werewolves before. But I’m really glad to do so now!”

He laughed awkwardly and glanced away out the window.

“I don’t even know your name, I’m so sorry again, where are my manners?”

“Oh, most don’t have manners with werewolves, sir,” she said, not worried at all. “But my name’s Rue, if you’d like to know it.”

“I’m Mickael,” he said, offering his hand to her to shake her own. “Rue is a lovely name. May I call you that? I’d rather you called me Mickael too, not sir or anything too formal. I don’t really like that.”

“Of course, Mickael!”

She wagged her tail faintly, the tip lifting a little higher.

“Sounds good then,” he said. “But… May I ask…why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

He had seen werewolves before, from a distance, but most back in his city seemed to wear clothes, even if it was just a banded top to cover their chest (if female) or a loincloth alone if male. The clothing was most likely, in that case, more for the comfort of human beings, not for them in any way.

After all, they were just werewolves.

“Werewolves don’t like to wear clothes but we will wear robes around here if humans here ask us to,” she said simply, not seeing anything odd in the question. “We like to keep the people that we serve comfortable, of course, and humans have their whole thing about nudity.”

She barked a laugh, shaking her head, though didn’t quite manage to not jostle her box of snacks.

“I thought the buildings around here would be deserted after the last new lot of Psions finished their training here and were shipped out,” she said, conversing as easily with him as if they had been friends for a very long time. “That’s why I didn’t don the robes that they usually make available for us. I didn’t think there was anyone around for me to make uncomfortable.”

She looked him up and down, her need rising. Werewolves, after all, didn’t have inhibitions, not like people. They were different and, as they were treated differently, they didn’t learn how to amalgamate into another culture and form that they were never truly supposed to be a part of. So, she could look as much as she liked, as long as the human that she was with was amenable to it. Of course, that didn’t apply when she was with another werewolf.

They saw thing a little more openly than what Mickael was used to, after all. But was that anything at all near a bad thing?

“Hm…” She licked her lips salaciously, enjoying just how his eyes dragged and lingered on her chest. “Do you want to head back to my room and fuck?”

She didn’t bother hiding just how she leered at him, eyes roaming his body, mentally undressing him with her eyes. Mickael’s eyes widened and his jaw went a little bit slack, though the issue there was that the notes were so minute that it was likely that no one other than a werewolf would have noticed.

“I…uh…” Mickael grunted, heat rising to his cheeks, turning him bright red. “Uh, that’s very forward!”

Yet he could not deny that there was need rising between his legs too, his shaft plumping out ever so slightly. How could he be turned on so easily by a quick request like that? And she was so blatant about it too! He had most certainly meant what he’d said there, though that was not a bad thing. Actually, it was kind of refreshing, even though it wasn’t his very first sexual experience. He’d not spent all that much time with others, though had thought that he wouldn’t be able to have sex again for a while after his Psion abilities had made themselves known. He hadn’t had full sex either, still a virgin, not really having the time to go all the way.

But to have an offer like that presented to him so openly… Even though he couldn’t quite yet call words to his lips, Mickael’s lips stretched into a wide, almost goofy grin. There was most certainly only one answer that he could give her!

“Uh – yeah! Yeah, let’s, uh, go somewhere?”

Rue yelped and almost dropped her box of snacks, though they seemed to be something that she was very much trying to hold onto.

“Oh, yes! This is going to be good!”

She snatched him up, even though Mickael’s mind was not even fully working at that time as his shaft plumped out with raw arousal, hefting him up over her other shoulder. He yelped and then laughed, his head hanging down her back towards her buttocks, marvelling at how muscular she was, all while retaining a feminine, attractive figure. Werewolves really were something else.

There was an issue, however, with relationships between humans and werewolves being taboo: Mickael knew that much. It was wrong, kind of, but only because someone, long ago, had said that it was wrong. There was nothing wrong with two bodies coming together in lust and minds and hearts coming together in passion and, sometimes too, even love.

He gripped her arm, holding on tightly, his fingers sliding through her fur. She didn’t seem to have any trouble at all hefting him up over her shoulder along with the snacks under her other arm. Her strength took his breath away, though he was still rather surprised at how easily she took him along with her, running down the long hallway with smooth, ground-covering strides.

Her long legs ate up the ground, though she ran much more swiftly than a human ever could. He had run before, trying to keep his fitness up before he found out where he was to be, what he was meant to do in life, though things like that often fell by the wayside for humans with all the abilities that Psions brought to the table. Looking back down her back to her tail, he watched how it waved back and forth, thick and fluffy, aching to grip it and softly run his fingers through it.

“Oof – where are we going? Ah! Is it your room?”

He grunted, though was quite happy with how things were going as she took him across a green area outside. It flashed by too quickly for him to realise just where he was, the werewolf woman taking him into another complex of beings that seemed separate from all the others.

He knew, however, when he was in the werewolf quarters, Rue slowing down enough to set her snacks on a table and put him down, though she was quite gentle with him – more so than he could ever have anticipated from her. It made Mickael’s heart leap and throb even more than he could have realised.

“Huh…” He chuckled faintly, a little dizzy from being carted about at such a speed, trying to find his bearings. “This isn’t quite what I was expecting.”

The room that he had been set down in was not what he could have anticipated, in a recreation room that was set up with a few tables in an arrangement at one end and couches at the other end. A large, holographic screen was projected on the wall, showing a werewolf sporting event, though the sound was turned down as no one was really watching it. The furniture in there all looked clean, even though there was a distinct aroma of werewolf in there.

It was not an unpleasant smell, however, despite being a little rougher and more animalistic than he could have come to expect. He inhaled slowly, trying to get a sense of where he was, though that was more difficult than ever considering what the other werewolves in the room were doing.

The split between male and female werewolves was roughly even, yet that was not what caught his eye in there. Some were at an air hockey table, playing a game, whooping and howling, while others were snacking at the tables, another playing a video game console from a few years back. Yet Mickael’s eyes immediately went to the ones that were fucking, a female yowling as she was fucked over the arm of one of the sofas, apparently not even caring that her cries would have been so loud that no one else could focus on what they were doing.

Other pairs, also two females together, were engaged in sex too, though no one there seemed concerned at all about how open they were being about everything. Was that just how werewolves were? It seemed very odd, unusually so, to Mickael, but he still did not know as much at all about werewolves as he’d wanted to. Though they had been kept at a distance from him for so many years, he had always had an attractive to the females of the species. One thing that Mickael did not doubt was the fact that he was straight.

Some things were just obvious and his attraction had been certain to him for many years already. But those big, muscular bodies, the sensual tuck of their waists and how they held themselves so easily, as if it was nothing at all to them to pounce and run and leap and move.

He loved that. And he loved it all very much that they were all naked in there, allowing him to feed his fantasy just a bit more. Even then, however, Mickael did not know quite how things were to go with Rue, but she seemed to have things well enough in hand anyway. So, what did he need to worry about?

“Werewolves sure have a different way of going about things,” he said softly, only talking to himself, though Rue’s ears still flicked in his direction. “Whoa…”

“Hope that doesn’t put you off, Mickael,” Rue said, careful to use his name rather than speaking to him too formally, exactly as he had requested. “You can come here anytime you like, since there’s no one else around.”

“Oh!” He chuckled and held his hands up. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude, this really looks like it’s your space. It’s kind of comfortable being here though.”

Rue grinned openly, showing her pink, lolling tongue and a daring flash of white teeth.

“Alright then!” She barked, clapping her hands together loudly for attention. “Everyone! This is Mickael – a new Psi! He’s a wolf fucker!”

“I – uh…”

But he didn’t get the chance to say anything more as Rue threw her head back and howled.

“Ah-aaaaooooowwww!”

He’d never heard a wolf howl quite like that, the others all joining in, letting out the same cry. Yet every wolf had a different sound to their howl, as if it was something, even there, that could uniquely identify them.

Maybe even Mickael, in time, would be able to tell the wolves apart from just how their howls sounded. That would be pretty cool, really.

Was he a wolf fucker? His heart pounded, his mouth dry. He wanted to see if Rue really was up for something, even if it was unexpected, his need there, even though his cock had softened a little again.

The wolves paused, staring at him, one of the females who had been eating out another lifting her head. They had all howled, of course, but those who had been having sex still stayed close to one another, as if they didn’t want to waste the time that they had with each other. Or maybe werewolves just saw things differently.

Damn, why were they all so friendly?

“Hey, sir!”

“Hey, Psion!”

“Awwoooo – hello, sir!”

“I think he prefers to be called Mickael – is that, right?” Rue checked in with him. “We’ll call you whatever you prefer, of course. It’s rare someone asks us to call them something other than the usual formalities.”

“Oh, well, I didn’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable,” he chuckled, a little nervous but settling more and more into the moment. “I think everything’s okay though… Mickael is just fine. It’s kind of weird to have people calling me sir.”

“Werewolves,” Rue corrected him gently, though it was not done in a way that made him feel off in the slightest. “We’re so glad to have another wolf fucker here… But perhaps you’d like to go somewhere more private for the first time?”

He barely even got out a “yes” before she was dragging him off down another hallway, away from what seemed to be the main recreation centre for the werewolves. Like a werewolf himself, he couldn’t stop himself from barking out a startled laugh at that, though Mickael was fortunate that she dragged him away by his hand and didn’t just take advantage of his lighter frame and her greater size to heft him up over her shoulder again. Not that there wasn’t a part of him that enjoyed being carried like that. His legs had even been hanging down against her chest and abs, though he had tried not to kick her or squirm uncomfortably.

Rue, however, knew exactly where to take him and slipped inside a room with beds, filled as if it was a dorm-style bedroom. He couldn’t imagine sleeping in such quarters, but he was sure the werewolves were fine with it; he just got that sort of vibe from them, which was interesting in itself.

Maybe they are more different to people than I realised.

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Yet werewolves could be their own thing too and that didn’t mean, at least to him, that they were below people in any way.

So, he had a lot to learn – but maybe it was Rue who could lead him right there and show him a new way of being and enjoying himself with others. His prior sexual experiences could go right out the window at that moment in time for all that Mickael cared about it.

“Now… Are you ready to be a real wolf fucker?”

She smiled down at him, not all that much taller but enough that he could better take in her breasts, the strong form of her body. Her fur could have hidden the sleek definition of her muscles but they were so big that her fur only enhanced them, the low light of the dorm bedroom glancing off her dark coat of fur. Mickael nodded breathlessly, stepping in close, his hands sliding down her arms, from her biceps to the crook of her arm.

The thing was…he didn’t know where to start. He wanted to undress her, which is what he would have done, but she was already undressed. Did that mean he could push things a little bit more? He had eaten out a woman before but a werewolf was a whole different thing, her shoulders hunching and rounding slightly, her pink tongue flickering out in a long, slow lap up against the side of her muzzle.

“Mmm, I think you will be more than able to take care of me, Mickael…”

“I like the way that you say my name,” he said, trying to sound a little cockier than he was. “But I’m wearing too much here, clearly.”

He didn’t want to order her around, not like she had surely been ordered around for so long already. In there, the bedroom, they were equals as far as he was concerned. That was why it was easy to slide on top of her, straddling her legs and grinding into her lap with his rising hard-on, when she sat on the bed to kiss him.

Their lips were never meant to come up against one another but he felt more that he could take his time in kissing her, feeling just how her lips moved, how she moved her mouth a bit more to open her lips rather than his lips just parting and moving with greater suppleness. But she could curl her lips back in a snarl if she wanted also, offering a different nuance to her muzzle that he could never take for his own.

He could experience it as he kissed her, however, feeling those little twitches and pulls of her lips, her tongue flicking out to lead the way in the kiss. He let her lead, for he felt that Rue had rather a lot more experience than he did, though Mickael was glad that he had done just a little before. He didn’t know just how overwhelmed he would have been if everything, absolutely everything, had been new to him.

Mickael just needed a little something to lean on, crawling over Rue as she leaned back on the bed, though his lips pulled down to the line of her jaw and kissed over her neck as he made his way down her body. One thing he knew that he wanted was to adore her, to worship her, to take in every last little bit of her body. Her breasts were large enough that he could have spent hours upon hours on them alone, though his hands greedily gripped them, his fingers digging into the flesh.

“Mmmm… Your tits…” He breathed, speaking a little more crassly as he forgot himself. “They’re so big!”

She barked a laugh, her tail trying to wag even where she was lying on it.

“Glad you like them,” she rumbled softly, clearly pleased by his appreciation of her. “I can’t wait to feel that cock of yours inside me.”

He shuddered. How could she be so open about that, when they had only just met? It made his hard-on even harder still, however, thrusting up anxiously against the front of the trousers that he had thought would have been more than suitable for his first day at the centre. In the end, he may as well have strutted around the entire facility with nothing on his body at all.

He kissed her breasts and caught her nipples curiously between his lips, testing out what got a reaction from her. He dragged his lips over her nipples, though she seemed to need a bit more than that, using his teeth instead to catch and rake until she squirmed deliciously under him.

“Ohhhhh, oh, that’s good…”

That was another great thing: Rue was more than happy to tell him what felt good and what didn’t, so he could better tailor what he was doing. He slipped down lower and lower, kissing, nuzzling and lapping, seeking out any sensitive spots that her body was willing to reveal to him.

However, before he even reached her pussy, Rue caught him and drew him easily up onto the bed, taking his breath away. How did she handle him so easily? Oh, but it was not a bad thing in the slightest, not as the werewolf took the lead in the moment.

Somehow, she managed to handle him easily, sliding his clothes off him, even his underwear. He blushed a little and did his best still to lift his legs to help her out, though Mickael had the feeling that it would not have got in the way of Rue even then. His skin was so pale in comparison to her fur, though he did have a touch of golden brown in him from his heritage. Things like skin colour, thankfully, did not matter in his world anymore, though Mickael was well aware of the history that humans had gone through and the horrors that had been committed in the past. That was one thing that the Psions and their evolution had helped put an end to.

But that moment was all about pleasure as he shuffled to the edge of the bed to sit, not quite knowing what to do. At least Rue made it easy to follow her direction as the werewolf begged him to follow her lead, her eyes large and shining and confident. She had the sort of look about her that made him trust her – and that was exactly what Mickael needed.

“Just let me take care of you,” she said, though Rue was wise enough to sex and matters of love to not make a point of understanding that he was inexperienced. “I’ll show you a good time, hon.”

He was glad that she was getting used to him and speaking to him more informally. It was helpful and a relief to his mind even as her nose dipped down lower and lower, closer and closer, to his crotch and aching hard-on.

Will I be too small for her?

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Mickael shouldn’t have thought or even worried about that, no. No, everything was fine and all rational thoughts were instantly swept from his mind as she luxuriously swept her tongue around the head of his cock, tasting him and teasing him, sliding down.

“Ohhhh, fuuuuck!”

It was not really in his nature to swear and yet it came out anyway. Her tongue pulled around him, dragging back up the length of his cock as she slurped and sucked at him, taking his cock into her mouth. And it was the perfect mouth for sucking cock, much better than a human one ever could have been, despite his inexperience.

Long and wide enough to comfortably take his length without scraping his cock with her teeth, it was just right to suck on him. Her tongue did a lot of the pleasuring, rather than folding her lips around him and sucking hard, but it was not as if he really had anything to compare it too. And that was okay also, his mind wandering, need rising, a desperate throb curling up from the pit of his stomach as his heart skipped a beat.

“Damn it… Your mouth…”

Rue chuckled softly around his cock, though his words did not put her off. She just seemed to lust for him even more, her tail wagging fervently, sweeping back and forth against the floor as she gave him the best (and the first real) blowjob of his life. Mickael wouldn’t want anything else after that point, despite the drool that slicked down his length, wetter and producing more saliva than a woman would have.

“Unff… Yes… Oh!”

Mickael would not have traded it for anything else, he was sure, for it was all that he wanted. He laid back, slowly, shakily, collapsing on the bed as if he didn’t even possess the energy to keep his torso lifted from the bed. He had never even thought that a blowjob could feel that amazing, the werewolf bobbing her head on his cock, letting the slick slide of her tongue caress him. Rue went from cradling his cock on her tongue, the flexible length pulsating faintly against his length with every panting breath she took, to sweeping her tongue around and around. There just seemed to be far more length to the werewolf’s tongue than he could ever have imagined, twirling around and around his cock and dragging sensually down.

“Mmph… I’m going to cum…”

It was soon, but he couldn’t help it. Thankfully for him, Rue let off the pace a little, letting him come to it in his own time. Only later would Mickael understand that one more thing that the werewolves, and especially her, could sense was tension, even when a human didn’t realise that they were holding it too closely to them.

Things like tension…well…they could be released too. Thrust by thrust, his hips weakly pumping up from the bed, trying to drive into her muzzle for every moment that he longed for. His body knew what it wanted to do but not how to do it. That was what came with experience, however, and he had plenty of time to take that in.

“Mmmm… I love how your cock tastes.”

“Ah… Mmph… Thank you?”

He chuckled faintly, not know quite how to take that. It was not something that Mickael had ever hard said aloud before and, to be honest, he was sure that any part of his body didn’t taste particularly good. Maybe that was different for werewolves, though all Mickael could do was grunt and pant, finally boldly resting his hand on her head to keep her head lightly down and her muzzle engulfing his cock.

He needed that wet heat swelling around his cock, the fluttering of her tongue against the underside. Even the slightest twitch and pull of her lips against his firm, burning length was enough to get him off and over the edge, losing control, panting and moaning.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!”

Mickael hadn’t meant to grip her ears in the way that he ended up doing but Rue didn’t reprimand him or make any sound at all to demonstrate that he didn’t like it, though he knew he had to be careful with her, that he couldn’t hurt her when he was losing himself in his own lust. Hot spurts of cum left his cock with even more force than he had ever experienced in his solo orgasms, when he was busy taking care of himself and his needs, taking his breath away in heady gasps.

As much as he tried to heave and drag back in lost air to his lungs, he didn’t quite recover – not as quickly as he would have liked to. The pleasure was simply that intense, overwhelming, pinning him more heavily and securely back down to the bed than any body could have. The sheets rumpled and wrinkled under his back but he couldn’t quite wriggle himself free of the mild discomfort.

It was worth it. It was all worth it. Especially as Rue lifted her muzzle from his cock, smirking and easily lapping off the side of her muzzle and her lips, acting as if the treat of his cum was all that she wanted, the best thing that she could have taken down her throat at that point in time. Whether or not that was true was another question entirely, though it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was them both enjoying themselves.

Even though she had been the one to take the lead, the werewolf was the one to fetch him a glass of water and make sure that he was recovered after his orgasm. However, it did not take Mickael all that long at all to return to full hardness. After all, he had Rue’s hot, sexy body to look at, the rise and fall of her breasts shifting slightly with every pant she took, her tongue easily fluttering out over her lips and dangling down.

“I think you can put this cock to use again, Mickael,” she growled, licking her lips salaciously as she closed her hand around his cock again. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“Oh, I really, really want to fuck you…”

He groaned out the words, so much so that they were barely audible, wrapped up in his lust. He didn’t know what to do, looking to Rue with a plaintive shine in his eyes, though the werewolf, thankfully for him, had a shine in his eyes that swept his nerves away.

“Come here then…”

Rue growled and wagged her tail as she crawled onto the bed – he didn’t even know if it was hers! – to present her raised backside to him. She flipped up her tail as high as it could go, though the thick fur still wagged back and forth in a fluffy fall of air. It was much fluffier than any dog’s tail that he had seen before, though that wasn’t about to stop Mickael in the slightest.

On the contrary, it was what led him to zero in on her pussy, kneeling behind her and pushing the firm, aching head of his cock up to her pussy. He grunted thickly in the back of his throat, wondering if he was really going to go through with it, really going to lose his virginity with a werewolf. But there was only one thing that Mickael could do with a creature as hot as he was, the warmth of her body emanating viciously from her body, sinking into his.

Even when just the tip of his cock touched her, he shuddered, about to cum all over again. Just what was it about Rue that got him so hot and bothered so quickly? He’d never even had such a short refractory period before!

“Unff… Oh, fuck, yes…”

He moaned, bearing inside, the long, slow slide of his cock grinding into her pussy, taking her arousal and slick wetness down the full length. Mickael did not pause, not as she groaned and bucked back against him, to drive and encourage him on, sliding even more of his cock into her. Instinct took over as he rocked his hips, powering into him, thrusting in deep, though he still had to work out the rhythm of his body, thrusting, grinding, finding out what worked the best for him.

But he could take anything he wanted there, right in that moment, all with Rue. Mickael moaned, thrusting and grinding, though his movements were a little erratic, as if he did not quite know what he was doing still. The mechanics of sex were simple enough but pleasing a partner, well – that was another matter entirely. He didn’t want to just leave Rue by the side and forget her pleasure, of course not, though the werewolf’s groans and soft, muted barks certainly seemed as if she was enjoying herself too.

“Unff… Oh, yes!” She growled, lips rippling along her teeth for a moment, although there was no harm in her, none at all – not directed at him. “Yes… More… Harder!”

That was something that Mickael could definitely give her, thrusting harder, a gaping, lewd grin on his face as he hammered into her pussy. His cock sank deep with every thrust, though it was a difficult endeavour indeed for him to drag his length back from her wet depths, her arousal clinging to his cock as if even that delicate part of her body was loathe to give him up. It was just as well that he had got off already, as hot as her body was, for that was what allowed him to last just a little bit longer with her body squeezing around him, caressing him as if every twitch and pull of her sex was ultimately deliberately.

Mickael didn’t have any idea just how good Rue was at sex – he didn’t even know if it was as amazing sex as he thought it was, considering that it was his first real time. Yet Mickael would never again be able to say that he was a virgin, no, and he would never want to lay claim to that, not when he had already had, for him, the perfect first time.

“Unff… Oh, Rue… Rue!”

He grunted, leaning over her as the werewolf howled long and low, her sex suddenly gripping him tightly, muscles twitching and pulling more fervently along the full length of his shaft. Blinking, he trembled, though could only keep thrusting. It took Mickael several long moments to realise that it was her climaxing, the wet rush of her juices soaking his cock and dripping down to the very tops of her inner thighs, marking the fur immediately surrounding her pussy.

There was no way that Mickael would have been able to hold back after that, oh no, not at all. So, Mickael gave himself over to feral joy, a strangled grunt breaking his lips, as if he was no longer in complete control of his body.

Maybe that was what sex really was, that lowering of inhibitions and giving over of oneself to feral pleasure. It was not something that he had to look polished or refined in, at least when it came to having sex with the sexiest of werewolves, and he languished there, finally allowing the tight pull of her clenching pussy and the resplendent heat of her body to tip him over the edge.

It wasn’t even in his mind to consider the consequences of his actions as he thrust and thrust and howled out his lust, just like a wolf himself, a wolf fucker, in orgasm, spending his seed inside her. They had not used a condom – truth be told, he hadn’t even thought about protection that time – but he would later remind himself that there had been no cases, between wolves and humans, of interspecies impregnation. Yet the risk was still there when it had not been played out in full, his hips juddering lustfully up to her backside again and again, the fluffy brush of her tail sweeping back up against his chest.

And that was the start of something big, something new, something that would never be turned back ever again for Mickael. He couldn’t just forget about having sex with Rue, the only man there at that time while the werewolves served the centre and they were still waiting on new Psions to arrive. Not even when he was lying alone in his bed, gripping his shaft just a little bit too firmly, remembering, over and over again, just how her heat had felt as he’d plunged inside her divine body. Could anyone have been sexier than Rue, truly? Mickael was sure that he would never find someone else, not ever again, that turned him on so much.

He might not have gone along with it either and got the whole experience if Rue had not been so forward: that much, he was acutely aware of. Yet the werewolves, when he was out and about wandering, trying to find his way to the library and other bits around the centre to entertain himself, were more than friendly enough. Some sat down to chat with him, others offered to help him out, but…anything more had to be undertaken back in their accommodations alone.

There were still serious taboos at play there, after all.

So, he had to be careful, slipping back into the werewolves’ quarters to relax with them, hoping that any officials that were monitoring the centre in the interim would understand that he was just looking for company. As a Psion, there really wasn’t all that much that they could do to him even if he was caught, though he was aware that it could make problems for his family if things were made public. It would most likely be hushed up and kept quiet, however.

So, despite taboos, the risk was low.

Continued in part three…