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All throughout much of the reception, Amanda felt like throwing up. She knew it came off to Jacob and everyone else as irritability. She wasn't upset at him. She knew what was being asked of her. To keep up the illusion that she was a happy little, insignificant human being like everyone else in the room. She was just tired of keeping up the facade. Being around so many people she was beginning to view as meals to feed the beast within her was a dark, ugly prospect that was becoming more and more prominent in her psyche, but one that she felt less and less inclined to resist as the werewolf grew stronger. Amanda became less like her old self, the one that Lina and Jacob and a few others she recognized at the reception were used to. She long knew she was becoming something else. An animal that was not at home with the trappings of humanity and its sense of decency and decorum. She was submitting herself to the werewolf.

And once the reception was over, she would be heading back to their mountain home, away from civilization for the last time. So that the beast would be free to roam the wilderness, eating away at her humanity little by little until she was gone forever, a destruction that she had slowly come to welcome.

When that full moon came, when Amanda was no more, the werewolf would remember Jacob's scent, follow it all the way back to their home in town, and claim him. A bite on the shoulder, the arm, the leg. Any wound that would be touched by her saliva while transformed would infect him with lycanthropy, and change him into the beast her werewolf had desired for so long. A muscular, virile, ravenous wolf whose hungers rivaled her own. A mate so strong that perhaps she could be tamed. Jacob as a human was unfit for the task. Only a beast stronger than hers could finally tame her.

Until then, her frail human body was left hunched over the hotel bathroom sink. She consumed nothing during the reception, claiming a slight fever that was in reality anything but slight, so nothing came back up. The full moon made her sick, beckoning an animal that was too weak to rise and change. It clawed at her insides, turning her stomach and flooding every muscle in her body with a dull pain that all but robbed her of the will to stand upright. And that's why she couldn't stand being human anymore. As much as she enjoyed her old life, the werewolf wouldn't let her have it. Her only escape was to give in to the beast. Without that, she had no recourse but to collapse over the bathroom sink and nearly break into tears.

One more night. That's all. Then morning would come and Jacob would ask no more, and she could proceed with her plan to turn their marriage into a mating.

Amanda pulled her hair behind her shoulders and collected herself at the first moment she found strength, which might as well have been minutes or hours since she locked herself in the bathroom. Wiping away makeup that had turned to unsightly streaks under her eyes, she heard Jacob plead with her to come out.

She apologized, he led her to the bed. She was content to sleep in her wedding reception clothes if not for the restless wolf within her. Then he put a table cloth on her forehead.

It was warm. It tingled on her skin. At first, Amanda thought it was just the damp cloth reacting to how hot her skin was. Yet, it was warmer than even she was. And the warmth seemed to spread from her forehead. It was slow at first, moving down her head and across her body. The first wave of warmth dissipated as it enveloped her entire frame, but was just enough to make the pain of the denied transformation bearable for the first time that evening.

Then the second wave hit her, and seemed to inject that same warmth deeper into her body. Her blood. This time it brought a renewed energy that she hadn't felt since the first dialysis treatment that month sapped her of her full strength. When the werewolf within her began to stir, Amanda knew something was not right.

She took the table cloth and smelled it, then licked it. It had a strange chemical taste, something that told her it was not safe to consume. Not for a human, anyways. Beneath the foul taste, there was something in it that her animal wanted. Yet somehow, she knew that her body and absorbed enough of it.

She was beginning to change.

Pain returned to her, but it was welcome as it triggered the transformation. She was becoming a werewolf at last.

Her clothes ripped. Muscles bulged. Fur bloomed across her skin. Claws and fangs emerged. A howl escaped her lips.

"Now you're mine," was the first thing she was aware of saying once she started changing. Before she knew it, she was on top of her husband. And soon to be mate.

Amanda bared her fangs at him, saliva dribbling down her chin and onto his dress shirt. She could tell he was afraid. He knew what he had done to unleash her beast, but he was overwhelmed by what he had done nonetheless. His eyes bulged and his breathing quickened underneath her powerful hands pressing her weight onto his body. But more than that, the sense of fright mixed with his musk. She wanted more of Jacob's scent, so with one swift pull, she tore apart his dress shirt and undershirt with her clawed hands. Her face and nose plowed against his chest. He smelled delicious.

Her wolf desires took over, shredding his clothes as if he were a wrapped present. A present just for her. She shook off the last bits of her torn dress from her until two naked bodies were on that bed. She sat on top of her, running her hands down the strips of fur down the sides of her body and legs. Her thumbs ran across bare skin where the lycanthropy wasn't manifest, but it was taut with bulging muscles underneath. She was powerful, and she was going to use her strength to turn him.

She threw him against the edge of the bed where the mattress met the wall. Not too hard, but just enough to force the issue, as she was not sure he would comply. The human in him feared her, she could smell it. And as much as Jacob loved her, Amanda wasn't confident that he would submit to her. She so badly wanted his manhood. As he sat up against the wall, his member stuck out to her, throbbing in her direction. Yes, he was afraid of her wolf, but he was no less aroused in the moment. Her padded hands hungrily wrapped themselves around his thickness as her face drew closer. Her tongue lapped up the tip of what he had to offer and the sweet aroma that danced in her mouth drove her wild. She bared her teeth at him as she was unable to communicate in words to him how he was to submit to her power. To the curse. To the werewolf.

Her tongue traveled up his body while her hands held him in place. Each little moment Jacob resisted, Amanda's claws dug into his upper arms a little deeper. A couple of her pointed daggers even drew blood, dripping down his skin and lending a sweet scent to the air around them. She was so hungry for his meat now. Only the transfer of lycanthropy into his system would save him, or else her desire to feast on his body would almost certainly destroy him. Whatever little sense of reason Amanda had, she had used to justify biting him.

Amanda rose above Jacob, eyeing his body one last time before licking her fangs. With one deep breath, she pushed herself down onto his shoulder.

She didn't see his hand, or that he was still holding the table cloth in it. With every last bit of resistance he had, Jacob pushed it against her face and pushed her away from him.

"Jacob!" she cried in muffled tones. She kicked and she screamed, frustrated at being denied this final pleasure. She had been knocked backwards onto the bed, startled that her human had the jump on her. Why was he resisting? Was this not what he wanted? Why else did he unleash her werewolf?

Amanda's arms flailed at Jacob as he pushed down on her face with that moist table cloth. She would have kicked him away, except the weight of his body was pressed against her legs. She wasn't going anywhere, and she had a feeling that was by design. Especially after he muzzled her again with the table cloth.

Instinctively, she fought for breath, and all she could smell was that potent liquid, offensive and pleasing in alternating moments. The tip of her nose, moistened by the cloth and by the partial transformation, turned warm and soaked up the lycanthropy. Bit by bit, never enough, of course, but as she thrashed, the warmth flowed down her neck and across the rest of her body, to the places where the change was too weak to take hold.

It was then that Amanda stopped resisting.

Her transformation continued as the curse strengthened and enveloped her. It was as if the full moon had finally found her. Her skin burned hotter and her pores opened up, sprouting dark hairs that slowly expanded where her fur had already taken root. Her fingers and toes ached more as her nails extended, but the sensation was less pain than it was relief. A relief from the long-constant tension that her body experienced the moment they restarted her dialysis. All the tension was leaving her, replaced by a revived beast that was approaching the surface.

Within minutes, she was strong enough to overturn Jacob's weight. They rolled around on the bed, bits of shedded fur flying into the air as she regained the initiative. Her hands pressed down against her mate's chest, stretched and deformed, now much like the rest of her body as her bones cracked and reshaped with the resurgent lycanthropy. She looked at the backs of her hands, sporting lush patches of fur and blackened claws with darkened, taut skin. She imagined what the rest of her body now looked like and a surge of excitement ran through her. She lifted her head and howled softly, delighted that she was mostly free. Mostly, for the changes had slowed again. The hazy, almost debilitating tension that had wracked her all these weeks had reduced to a dull, buzzing ache. But it was still there.

No matter, Amanda thought. She snarled at her mate, who could only lay helpless underneath her transformed body. Her knees pressed down against his lower legs, and as she lowered herself on to Jacob, she could feel that he was still hard, the tip of him pressing against her thickest patch of fur.

"It's yours," he said softly, "It's always been yours, because you're the only one I'll ever love."

Her mind processed the words slowly. She could barely understand them through the instincts of the wolf, but she comprehended the most important parts. She licked her lips, reminding herself how sharp her fangs were. She had forgotten the task she had set out to finish.

Jacob shook his head the moment her jaws drew closer to his neck. "But if you do that, this will be the last time."

Amanda's head tilted. Robbed by the werewolf of language, she whined at him. A low, long canine whine tainted with a very animal growl. Why did her mate resist so much? She needed him!

She snarled as she whined, and she could feel his hand across her completely furred cheek. "And I need you," he said, "I want my wife back. I want what we had before. But I can't join you. I won't."

All this time, the werewolf within Amanda threw itself against her skin, begging her to take what was hers. But her lover's resistance to her was too much. After everything they had been through she had been cursed, she was still his. And she was one bite from destroying it all.

She felt Jacob's hand run down the side of her hairy body, reaching down to her extended tailbone and pushing her onto him. It felt good. She had become so big while he remained as he was, but to be stretched out even a little sent a wave of pleasure radiating through her. "All I can give you is this. I know you want it."

Her body moved up and down, experimenting with his girth as it slid into her. For the first time, it was more tempting than any other instinct. More than the instinct to curse him, which had been buried for the smallest of moments. But it wasn't enough. The dull tension wracked her werewolf mind, and what he offered her in that moment simply wasn't enough.

"Just lie down." She felt him pull her down onto the bed, and despite all the werewolf's strength, she didn't push back. She felt, for a brief instant, ready to comply. It was not in the beast's nature, but Amanda let him take control, if only for the next few seconds to see what he would do. He was on top of her again, and as she looked up, she could see across her body. Dark fur had enveloped most of her body, with the main exception of the tips of her breasts, where darkened nipples peaked above the smallest patches of bare skin, some of the last parts of her body unaffected by the full moon. The parts of her body that ached mightily, waiting in frustration to change.

Having him on top of her, with him inside her again, took the edge off the pain, but it still wasn't enough. His manhood was barely enough for her as a werewolf. She knew that making him bigger would have stretched her out to levels of pleasure that she had yet to experience. But it was the newfound aggression that she was enjoying at this moment. That, and the chemical waste that Jacob had dabbed onto his shoulders. He had taken the last bits of liquid he had stored all night and pressed it against his skin like a cologne. Unless his skin was broken, it was unlikely to change him, as only a bite could do that, but it aroused Amanda's animal to no end as he lowered his head onto her furry shoulder.

They now lay flat against each other in a position that made sense for two humans, but was almost awkward for a werewolf, however pleasing. Still, she let him continue. She buried her nose in his shoulder blade, took in the scent of its lycanthropy, mingling with Jacob's human scent, and reveled in how good it made her body tingle all over. As he thrusted into her each time, she could feel herself growing again. Not into a full werewolf but further into the transformation than she was moments before. As the cursed chemicals entered her bloodstream, the strips of fur down her hips and legs bloomed even more, growing thicker and fuller, concealing the muscle tone of a werewolf. Large patches of her skin remained stubbornly smooth, but they had darkened further as the moonlight touched her body.

Her vision grew sharper as her humanity shrunk and the beast rose from within her. She could see her own nose blackening as well as bits of short, downy fur dotting her cheeks. Her snout would not extend, but at least now, Amanda felt more like herself than she had in a long time. And as she changed, the thrill of changing was all she could think about besides the thickness of her mate inside of her. The transformation began again and the last bits of pain finally melted away. In its place was an ecstatic anticipation that the werewolf would fully come into being once again.

The last changes were coming. Amanda could feel it. She threw her hairy arms around Jacob and pressed him against her with all of the werewolf's power. And this close to him, this close to becoming fully unleashed, the way he mated with her seemed to finally feel right. All the physical stimulation came from her transformation, which had made her body stretch across the entire length of the hotel bed and then some. Her wolfish head dropped over the foot of the bed, and as she looked into the dresser mirror opposite them, she took equal parts pleasure in the sight of her mate thrusting into her faster, and her face contorting and stretching into a blackened snout.

"AaaaaaarrrrrRRRROOOOOO!"

Her howl was powerful and bestial, and when she looked again into the mirror, two angry eyes looked back at her. She bared her fangs at herself, paying tribute to the fully transformed beast she had become. The werewolf was unleashed. But as she looked at Jacob in the mirror, she knew she would not need to hunt.

He now sat on top of her, thrusting back and forth into her like a younger Jacob used to. Sweat matted his forehead and she could feel each bead of moisture drip from his skin and onto her fur. He pulled on the fur enveloping her breasts each time he sought friction between her legs and she reveled at his aggression. She growled at him, hoping he wouldn't stop.

The werewolf loved it. It was a sort of mating that it had not anticipated but was no less pleasurable, especially as an enduring wave of pleasure in the transformation washed over every pore of Amanda's body. Its hungers were being fed by the scent of his body and the passion in his lovemaking. She snarled happily at her mate, and girlish sounds seemed to escape her wolfish lips.

"Jeeeeee...kuuuub...uhh!"

She could sense that any fear he had in confronting the beast had worn away each time he impaled her. Her wolfhood pressed his member, slickening with her moisture each time friction was applied. His body rammed into hers, creating heat in the space between them as his skin rubbed against her fur. Their sweat mingled together and it was clear they had soaked the sheets underneath them. She didn't care. It all felt good.

Her large, padded hands pressed against the sides of his body, following his motions as he continued to rock against her. She almost wanted to hold his body and help him thrust into her, but her mate was doing quite well on her own.

Amanda's senses went electric as she could feel his sack running tight as it brushed against her hairy thighs. He was close, and to her surprise, so was she. She was drowning in ecstasy, not merely from the physical pleasure but from the animal he had unleashed within her. He did that. He had set aside his fear of what she had become to embrace what she was. That, to her, was the happiest she had been since turned by the werewolf.

"JEEEEE...KUUUUB! AAAAaaaaarrrrrrooooOOOOO!"

The release could not come soon enough. Fire enveloped her belly as she unleashed the pleasure building up within her. She dug her claws into his back as she howled. Her orgasm arrived moments before his did, filling her with his musky seed, creating a sticky sensation that brought about a final, lower howl, shaking the bed and the walls of their hotel room.

He cried out loud too, having spent all his energy on her. When the last of him was squeezed out of him, he collapsed onto her body in a heap of ecstasy and fatigue. Resting on her furry chest, he laughed and roared in equal parts, taking as much pleasure as she did from his furious mating.

Jacob wasn't a werewolf. But he was a beast. Her beast. Her mate. And for tonight, that was enough. A cloud of exhaustion enveloped both of them, and Amanda's werewolf drifted quickly to sleep, all her basest hungers sated for the moment.

Morning came and she awoke, fully human. With the full moon gone, Amanda had shrunk, now shorter than Jacob was, as it used to be. When he stirred to consciousness, she was looking down at him, hand cradling the side of her head. She smiled at her lover, which she had found for the first time in so many full moons. Amanda would never be what she was before she was bitten. That Amanda was gone forever. But so was the Jacob that had cared for her during her first transformations. He had become something else with her. And so she kissed him once more, making love to him that morning to express her gratitude.

They rose up, showered together, and cleaned up the room before checking out of the hotel. She would go home with him - their real home. As they drove home, she didn't yet know what plans he had for her, or the werewolf that still lurked inside, waiting to transform on the next full moon. And she couldn't wait to find out.