Tags:
Erótica,
Romance,
Short-Story,
fetish,
Christmas,
holiday,
Erotic,
Werewolf,
transformation,
lovers,
Mountains,
santa,
home,
change,
second person,
transformation fetish
yours.
From either side of your new narrow snout,
you stare me down with your menacing yellow eyes. You want more,
and you shall have it.
You lean forward and we kiss once more,
though now with more urgency than ever, and in this position, I can
feel your small fluffy tail wag back and forth, tickling my inner
thighs. My cock stirs inside you and begins to get hard. You sense
this by thrusting back down. My hands race up and down your furry
back, smearing your beads of sweat into a shining film. You push up
once more and hop with greater intensity, your breasts bouncing
along playfully. My hands slip back to your breasts and I knead
them in opposite directions. Sweat and juice combines at our loins,
pooling fluid on the blankets as your slick pussy keeps sucking my
throbbing member into its luscious grip.
Somehow, I manage to roll you over on your
back and start thrusting down into you. Your legs cross behind my
back, and your clawed paws lock around the back of my neck. I’m
trying to maintain your pace, but you start rocking your body
faster-yet, and my heart beats so fast it feels like it’s about to
explode. You begin to grumble and growl, baring your fangs. The
danger arouses me further. I can feel my body preparing for orgasm,
seed boiling within my testicles as they slap at your wet genitals.
All the while, more and more power has filled you from the moon,
and no matter how hard you’ve tried to expend it in our sex,
there’s too much of a surplus. You need to - no, want to -
release it. You look at my neck, at the moonlit veins with hungry
eyes. You know what’s going to happen and, in your ecstacy, that
there is no way to stop it. In a flash, you yank yourself up to me
and chomp down on my neck, then kiss the spot tenderly, letting the
taste of blood tickle your tongue.
I cringe and shudder, but in doing so I hold
you closer and savor your damp fur sliding against my skin.
Immediately after, you release my neck and I feel my own body
tingle. The same energy that filled you now flows into me, and my
eyes begin to glow golden as well. You see my ears stretch into
grey shapes and you can feel my nails sharpen into claws behind
your back, scratching you gently beneath your shoulder blades. The
changes give me a second wind, and I pick up speed when my
twitching chest hair thickens into a patch of grey fur. I grasp you
tighter still and get on my knees, pulling your body up from the
bed so we are vertical, my growing tongue sliding all over your
snout while my furry chest tickles your breasts. And as I sit on my
feet with you in my arms, I can feel my own grey tail start to
tickle my toes as it wags as wildly as yours.
Faster and faster we fuck, working each
other’s body to the absolute limit as we’re warmed by our friction.
We are nothing more than a machine churning out ecstacy, and with
the moon’s energy, there’s plenty to go around. We growl at each
other, spit-covered fangs licked over by hungry tongues. Your pussy
is hotter than ever, my cock just as hard, and under the moonlight,
we hold each other tighter than we ever have before. When it
happens, our furry bellies press together and we turn our heads to
the ceiling for another primal wail.
“Auooooooo!” we cry, our changed bodies
twitching as wave after relentless wave of pleasure washes over us
both, consuming us as we pump into and over each other’s sex.
As we catch our breath, we kiss once again,
wrapped in each other’s arms with our hushed breaths puffing at
each other’s shoulders. Outside the secluded ski lodge, a patch of
clouds moves over the moon. Slowly, in the gathering darkness, our
bodies return to their normal forms, our tails retreating and fur
receding. But our love remains unchanged, our bond forever set.
Together, we lay down on top of the covers and I cuddle my naked
form up to yours.
We sleep now as two wolves, both awaiting
eagerly the next full moon night.
* * *
MONDAY,