Willing Mate
The beast pulled against the restraints. Rather, I pulled on them along with the beast. I wanted out as much as my wolf did. The heavy silver cuffs tore at my wrists and ankles, burning at the skin underneath my fur. They would be red by morning, redder still if I really decided to struggle. But I didn't care. I needed to be free from this metal slab I had chained myself to.
The wolf made me regret the decision to shackle my body in the garage. Its intense hunger and burning anger had grown hotter than the silver itself, and the desires of the wolf would consume me alive for the eternity the full moon hung in the air. Then it would leave me exhausted and nearly immobile, slowly building its strength until the next transformation. Lycanthropy was an unendurable curse I would have to suffer from now until death. But I had to endure it. For my wife. For my children.
I snarled at nothing in the darkness, letting my howls echo against the garage walls. The werewolf would never tire, and so we would struggle against the chains all night long, as we had every full moon since I had drilled these chains into the metal table I had secured into the cement all those months ago. As a wolf, I had lost count of how many times I chained myself here. My mind was too simple to count that high. All I knew was that it was too many. Every full moon it was the same. Transform, feel my body outgrow the size of the table, and rage in futility as the chains laced in silver held their own. Saliva dribbled down the sides of my mouth down my jaw, irritating my fur down my neck and angering me even further. By sunrise, I would wake up, cold and naked, wanting little else but to sleep the next day away. Until then, it would be an infinite amount of time until the moon set and the wolf finally went to sleep.
Then a sound! A light! The machine above me sprung into action, against all that I had expected every full moon. I had no name for the machine, not while I was changed, but it made the entry to the garage lift off the ground. My head, held in place by a heavy leather strap also coated with silver paint, would not lift off the table so I could see the faint bits of light streaming into the garage. My body warmed underneath my fur, as I knew that the full moon, bright and hot, had shone its light into the opening, burning more intensely at my skin.
A shadow fell over my body, and for a moment, I wanted nothing more than for the shadow to go away so that I could bathe in the moonlight, giving me some momentary relief before the moon pierced my frame and magnified my hungers. Within moments, I would surely crave more than simply the taste of meat. I would need the thrill of drawing blood, of attacking innocent creatures to sate my lust, to revel in the kill. If the creature was human, I would have to do all I needed to resist, but to do so would be to satisfy a deeper hunger. To plant my werewolf seed into the unsuspecting human until she surely changed and became like me. That, I desired most of all. But I couldn't do all that unless the shadow moved away! Let me bask in the light so that my werewolf would awaken even more!
And yet, this human wasn't so unsuspecting.
"Honey?"
The woman, my wife, walked up to me and placed a hand on my forehead, where the leather strap kept my head rooted to the table. I had forgotten her name - I didn't need her name. But I always remembered her scent, sweet, intoxicating and, with my heightened senses, insanely arousing. And her face, innocent and sensual in equal parts. What a marvelous shewolf she would become, a strong mate to satisfy all my cravings every full moon.
But the werewolf's curse was not for her. I insisted that I wouldn't allow it. She now had a son and a daughter to care for. Our children. They would need be taken care of when I couldn't be there. Even now, I knew they were sleeping upstairs in a quiet part of the house. I could smell them all the way from down here. If I didn't recognize my scent in them, my wolf would have done harm to them. Even still, I knew I had no choice but to shackle myself, and protect my lover, my mate, from all this.
And yet she rubbed at my furry chest, rock hard from the transformation. I stopped struggling for a moment, if only to process my confusion over her motives into something more rational that my werewolf mind could accept. As a beast, I didn't have the voice to ask her what she was doing. But her touch against my skin electrified my body, sending hot blood streaming down to my furred sheath. I was hard the entire time the full moon was in the sky - one of the features of the werewolf I had come to know - but I was still human, and the sensation of arousal between my legs grew hotter the closer her hand wandered to my manhood.
It was not shackled by silver. I could feel it slide out of its covering, greeting her fingers as she gently poked at it. She had never touched me before while I was wolf, and so the first time her touch came in contact with my member sent all sorts of sensations, conflicting and intense, emanating throughout my body.
I growled and pulled at the chains, making her step back for her own safety. Part of me wanted to warn her to stay away. I could hurt her, of course. And part of me wanted to hurt her, in a way that she had signaled that she wanted. She said words that my mind could not understand, but something told me she had decided she would welcome lycanthropy. And part of me just wanted to do something, anything, that didn't involve lying on that metal slab all night long. So I pulled at the chains, rattling the links until they stretched taut, pressing the silver against my wrists as I howled in pain. It would have certainly weakened my sex drive were I still human, but I remained stiff as ever through the discomfort.
She kissed me on the cheek, settling my beast. I tried to turn my head to nip at her skin, her face, her lips, anything to get a full taste of her. But she pulled away, confident that was not how she wanted to be changed.
She climbed onto the table, onto my body. My furry chest easily supported her small frame. She was sweet and platonic when she needed to be, her family upbringing made sure of that. But the way she unbuttoned her dress and parted it, revealing her body and giving me a show that my beast couldn't handle revealed the naughty side of her that I had learned about since the first night we mated. Had sex, rather. It was a different word that humans used. Tonight, however, that was sure to change.
But it couldn't change. I had to make sure of it. For our family's sake. As much as my wolf wanted it, I didn't have the luxury of planting lycanthropy into my lover just to satisfy my cravings. And yet, I couldn't stop her, much as I wanted to in that moment. She was moments from being infected with the werewolf's curse and the only thing that could stop it was what little self-restraint I had. For all our sakes, I had to resist.
Words were whispered in my ear as she leaned down to kiss me again. I didn't understand them, but them seemed to calm me. Or perhaps it was when she lowered her head onto my chest and she buried her face in my fur, pecking at my skin with her lips. Every follicle that touched her mouth was sensitive to her touch, sending waves of anticipation through my system. My beast would have been satisfied if she had just gotten on with it, with massaging my wolfhood with whatever part of her body she had plans for. But any humanity I had in me was bracing to resist pleasure, and was happy for any delay in our mating.
Her voice was one of reassurance as she uttered words I still couldn't understand. As I growled my objections, she spoke above all my wolfish noises and pressed her hands against my waist. My wolf, fully unsheathed, had to have hung up in the air, straight as an arrow, as the palms of her hands rested beside the base of my member. It swelled and contracted every full moon as my hungers flowed and ebbed during the night, but in that instant, it seemed only to grow even more, as if it were a plant that bloomed without end. With each wave of anticipation and now growing frustration, the wolf threw itself against my restraint, and for now I was holding. But she had yet to really touch me until then.
It was her tongue that coated my swollen tip, with her hands playing with the base of my member. Outside the full moon, she had done this on our most playful nights, even after she gave birth, which is why I always feared the moment when, knowing how the werewolf changed people, she would give in to her own desires as she did now. As her fingers made ring shapes around the lower part of my shaft, where the swelling would begin, her lips had now wrapped itself around my head, with just the slightest bit of suction massaging me, arousing me further. I knew her. She was sure to become more intense with her mouth until I had released, until my hot spunk would fill her mouth, until she changed. I could not, would not let that happen, no matter what. I would not turn her into a werewolf.
Yet, my body craved it. The beast had not fed on meat, let alone live creatures, for countless full moons. It was then that I realized it had built up its resentment and not being fulfilled each time, and now was the time it would experience pleasure. Its power within me grew each time my mate's mouth bobbed up and down my shaft, leading me to resist even more.
I felt my wife's playful aggression between my legs each time the werewolf clawed at my insides, threatening to burst. They both grew more powerful, consuming more of me as the animal raged. Within mere moments, my sack had tightened even further, burning with fire as it filled with werewolf seed, alive and mutated with lycanthropy. The tingling sensation it had inside my sack only heightened my arousal. And still, I denied myself gratification.
I tried to anchor my thoughts on anything that didn't involve mating or killing, the two desires the werewolf had. But every thought returned to my wife's beautiful face, exciting the beast as it imagined contorting that face into that of its furry mate. She was already quite the animal as she continued to travel up and down my member with her mouth, more quickly this time as she forced orgasm. She even grunted like an animal, or as a human imitating a wolf would sound. Soon enough, against my will, she would become the real thing.
I tried to escape my restraints in desperation, if only to get away from my wife's touch, but to no avail. The chains held. The silver burned even more, perhaps distracting me from arousal, but only for a moment or two. She was going to have my seed. The only question was when. When she would consume me, and when she would turn. Minutes, seconds, or--
Now.
With angry eyes, I howled at the ceiling as the explosion I had tried to avert finally came. It flowed from my sack, through my manhood and into my lover's mouth. I howled again, feeling that my knot had swelled in the cold night air without the pressure of a female's body rubbing against it. The wolf inside me was satisfied nonetheless, knowing that that would be taken care of soon enough.
My lover laughed. As she stood up on my body, I could see my spunk dribble from her chin as she grinned with intense pleasure. Her breasts bobbed in the air underneath her dress. If my mouth could reach them, it would, because they were already giving off a heat that no human was capable of. She was already beginning to turn.
She kissed me on the cheek again, and I could feel my seed stick against my fur. She whispered words that sounded kind and reassuring, but all I could think of was the way her eyes began to glow yellow.
She threw her dress to the floor, and in the faint light from outside, I could see the smooth outline of her shoulders complicated by strands that seemed to grow from her skin. Just the first strands of hair that would lengthen and tangle into fur. As she worked on her jeans, she squirmed against my chest, bumping into my wolfhood, tired for now but certain to regain its strength soon enough. Quiet moans from the heat growing within her had turned into agitated snarls as she struggled to pull her jeans and panties down her legs. I was powerless to help her, but I didn't care one way or the other whether her new and growing werewolf would destroy her jeans. She was going to become my beast either way.
She wailed out loud when she struggled to pull the waist of her tightening jeans past her knees. Now standing on top of the table, with me looking up from below, she contorted in the moonlight, with her back quickly becoming very hairy. Light fur snaked down her body, across her rear and down the backs of her legs. What remained of her humanity was her face, as did mine. Only fangs, darkened lips, a wet nose and glowing yellow eyes made the werewolf apparent from the neck up. The only fur on her head was the growth of her eyebrows, the tips of her now pointed ears and a downy, almost invisible layer across her cheeks. She was beautiful.
When she finally kicked her jeans against the wall, I noticed the scent emanating from her sex, which had grown thick and full and certain to be swollen tight. In the final moments of her transformation, she lowered herself back down onto me, and for an instant, my chin grazed her, making us both excited.
We howled, fully transformed, our werewolves fully unleashed. Except for my restraints. Which, I had feared, would not be a problem for two unnatural beasts.
She pulled at my wrist restraints, not knowing at first that silver now affected her. She yelped in pain, and her hand threw itself against my face in reaction, digging her strong claws into my furred cheek. Blood would be drawn from my skin soon enough, as she marked me as her mate.
When the pain died down, she tried again, and I joined her. It was too late to shield her from lycanthropy. She was my werewolf forever. And now we were going to enjoy our shared curse.
We pulled on the shackles together, this time with her padded hands pulling on the links, where we neglected to paint silver. It was a challenge, because we had built my prison very well, but it wasn't long before I could hear the chains begin to strain. I snarled at her to continue. We had developed a rhythm to the destruction of my restraints, pulling at the same time to weaken the chains just a little more each time. I could feel a little more slack, if only by a mere specks of air after each pull. It would take enormous strength, the strength that only two werewolves had, before the chains holding down my left arm finally gave way. When the weakest link snapped, it sparked, lighting my shewolf's face for just an instant. She was more beautiful in that moment, not only because she was transformed in my image, but because her strength had already rivaled mine.
With my free hand, I pulled her by the back of her neck, down toward me to kiss her passionately, as humans did. It felt unnatural with our slightly transformed faces pressing against each other, but our lips locking together as we tasted each other was what I needed in that moment.
My right arm was easier to free as I had my left arm to pull on it. Then the restraints around my ankles. Within moments, I was free, standing upright as a werewolf for the first time in countless eternities. Free of the touch of silver burning my skin, with my full strength returning to me, I ran from that garage into the wooded spaces bordering our house. My lover ran close behind me.
We killed several deer that night, feasting on live flesh capable of quelling the hungers of the werewolf. We ran forever, deeper into the woods and testing our werewolf senses in the open night air. Certainly two cursed beasts were more than enough to destroy the balance of nature in these woods. The creatures around us would have to fear us every full moon. They were no match for us.
When the full moon began to dip from its highest point in the sky, we mated. This time, my wolfhood entered her sex, stretching it out despite how swollen it had become during the transformation. I approached her the same way I did when we were humans, with my face pressed against her neck and my chest rubbing her nipples raw. And for a while, it seemed to give her pleasure. But on that cool grass underneath the moon, it didn't feel like what werewolves were supposed to do.
We separated and circled each other, hunched over like we were about to lower ourselves on all fours. But my arms hung in the air as did hers, our claws meeting each other's gaze and reflecting in the moonlight, waiting for one of us to pounce on the other.
She did so first, flinging her furry body across the air at me. She was strong, but she was inexperienced. I parried her away, catching her before her body fell to the dirt. But the weight of her body pulled us both to the ground, and we rolled against each other until I was on top of her back. Her tail, a beautiful, furry tail, wagged in the air, inviting me to enter her from behind. My shaft, fully ready for another round of mating, parted her raised rear and finding her sex from behind, causing her to howl in greater pleasure. She was so tight that I experienced equal parts pain and pleasure in increasing amounts as I explored her further. I pushed even further until my swelling knot returned, when I knew I had to push away before pushing back in again. She moaned through every movement, and cried out every time my claws dug into her back.
It wasn't long before the swelling grew too great, and my knot finally slid into my shewolf with one final thrust, setting her on fire. She clawed at the dirt, pulling herself away from me, only to pull at my knot and keep us both tied to each other.
I came again, and so did she. Our howls pierced the air, and echoed in our ears as the greatest wave of ecstasy passed over us that evening. As our bodies clenched, thick waves of werewolf spunk from both of us mingled into a hot, sticky mess that lubricated my wolfhood inside of her. We collapsed onto the ground, satisfied for the moment.
We were sure to mate again a few more times that evening, to spare the animals of the woods from our wrath, and to provide each other with all the pleasure we needed. When the evening black had turned into a faint blue, we felt ourselves getting smaller. My member had softened inside of her while we transformed. She was in a light slumber while I, fully awake, had my arms wrapped around her naked body as we lay on our sides on the cool grass.
She squirmed as her werewolf weakened, returning her humanity to her, and each movement of her body brushed away fur that got swept up in the wind. Her gasps and moans became more human and less pained. Within moments, it was over, and we were two completely naked people lying at the edge of our backyard at sunrise. The only sign of the werewolf was a gnawing hunger for flesh, raw meat and otherwise, lying all but completely dormant inside of me, slowly regaining its resolve until the full moon rose again. For certain, she would experience the same, eating at her now and forever.
I let her sleep, trying not to wake her with the shifting of my arms and feet or the sticky sensation inside of her. But I couldn't resist nuzzling her neck with my cheek, which happened to be the same spot where she struck me with her claws. Faint bits of dried blood fell onto her neck, revealing how hard she had marked me. She seemed to awaken with my last touch.
She turned her head and looked at me with a polite but apologetic smile. We separated, my knot having softened long after our last mating, and she sat up on the grass with one arm draped over her breasts and the other hand covering her still moist sex.
"Why?" I asked her, knowing we had promised long ago that she would be spared my lycanthropy.
"The werewolf is genetic," she said, "Our children will bear the curse too. A mother needs to protect her children, and so I have to become like them. Like you."
My head dropped. The thought had crossed my mind, but I still had thought it was a bad idea. One werewolf was bad enough. A family of four werewolves terrorizing the forest around us was an unstoppable force of nature.
"I don't care. I would rather be with you than not," she said, almost reading my thoughts on my face. She pressed her hand against my once-bloodied cheek, and kissed me on the lips. "I am willing."