Page 41 of Feral Werewolves
I kissed them.
She wriggled into me. “Mmm.”
“Fuck, I want you,” I managed. It was stupid and embarrassing that I was so out of control about this woman.
She reached between us to touch my dick. “This was in my butthole, right, so…?”
“I’ll wash it, and then I want your pussy,” I said. “And then coffee.”
She giggled. “I could get used to waking up here, I think.”
I groaned.
I pulled her into the bathroom, and I washed my dick in the sink, with soap, all over—well, I started doing the washing, but she seemed to get really distracted by the sight of my cock, and she started reaching in and helping me soap everything, saying that she’d been picturing my dick when she needed to get off sometimes and it always made her instantly orgasmic.
“It’s funny how your cock looks the same but different in wolf form,” she said, helping to rinse me.
“Does it?” I gasped.
“You haven’t noticed?”
I lifted her up to sit on the lip of the sink and she spread her legs obligingly for me. I began to toy with her clit as she ran her hands over my cock, which was wet from being rinsed. “I guess,” I said, rubbing the sweet little slippery nub of her, “that I don’t have the capacity to think about the difference in wolf form.”
“Really? You have diminished thought capacity?” Her voice was breathy from the way I was playing with her.
“Obviously,” I said.
“But I’ve heard interviews with werewolves who claim they can make decisions and keep control of themselves,” she said.
I rubbed her. “Yeah, you can, but it’s less.”
“Huh,” she gasped, throwing back her head, her hand falling away from touching me. She was distracted by what I was doing to her.
Ooh, she was liking that, was she? I had an urge to intensify the movement, speed it up or put more pressure, but I knew better than that, and I kept my motions on her sweet little slick clit exactly the same. “There we go,” I murmured to her. “You just sit here and let me play with you. That’s a good girl.”
She smiled, and when she smiled, it was like her whole face lit up.
“You like that?”
“Uh huh,” she whispered, smiling, eyes shut, legs splayed and wide, showing me all her secret places.
Mine,I thought, and I hadn’t felt like a woman was mine in…
It had been a long time, long before I was a wolf.
And I recoiled from it, pain welling up in me. I wanted to stop, but she was almost there, and it would have been shitty of me to do that to her. I lost my erection, though.
She came, making tiny little soft noises that were adorable as hell, her nipples tightening to hard little points on those perfect breasts of hers. She pulled me down to kiss her in the wake of it, and I obliged her. She put her hand on my cock,found it wasn’t hard, and her eyes burst open in surprise.
“I…” How to explain it?I started thinking about how I killed my last girlfriend and it kind of turned me off.
“It’s okay,” she said, giving me a little squeeze.
And just like that, boom. I was all ready for her again.
“Ooh, there we are,” she said, stroking me. “Can I put it in me now?”
“You want it?” I pushed her hair away from her face.
