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From four stories up, Cassidy had a pretty good vantage point of the street below. Saturday night - plenty of people continued to go about their day as if the sun hadn't already set. Everyone down there was oblivious to her presence, but the vixen carefully studied every person that entered her line of sight.

She'd been on the lookout, sitting and waiting so painfully patiently for more than a few hours now. She'd watched the sun set behind the city skyline and promptly felt the comfortable chill of an early autumn breeze run through her thickening coat of white and dark grey. Clouds swirled and formed high overhead as a familiar petrichor settled in the air.

Cassidy rested her head up against the railing of her apartment's fire escape and dangled her bare legs out for the world to see. Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and listened...

Conversations, footsteps, breathing patterns, heartbeats. The vixen was intimately familiar with every one of them. The patterns never lied. Of the dozens that she'd quickly sifted through, not one had been the person she was looking for.

Ahab was nowhere to be seen.

"He isn't coming back," spoke the voice within her head. Cass - a name given and not provided. "Let's go inside. It's about to rain."

"Just a few more minutes," Cassidy replied in a quiet whisper as she wrapped a hand around a pole of the fire escape's railing. It's jagged rust pushed sharply against the soft pads beneath her fingers. Claws clicked and clacked anxiously against the aged iron. She kicked at empty air as Cass reared her presence once more.

"We're wasting time," she argued. "Cassie, let's do something else."

"I don't want to do anything else. All I'm asking for is a few more minutes."

"Fine, if you're not going to-"

"No!" Cassidy whimpered as she curled her hand tighter against the railing. "Please. Won't you just give me this?"

"I hate it when you do that. I said I was sorry."

"But you're not." Slowly, over the course of minutes, Cassidy allowed herself to relax. Cass wasn't willing to force her back into the apartment - for now. "Now please, for the love of god, let me mope in peace."

The first hints of rain arrived with a low rumble from somewhere overhead. She sniffed at the air and turned her head up to the sky for a rare moment of peace in the madness. It was a beautiful night - the air felt pure in her lungs - but it could have been so much better.

"You're getting wet," Cass whispered, so soft was her voice it was almost melodic in her mind. It was the kind of voice that Cassidy could have laid her head against so it would lull her into a deep, dark sleep. "Listen, I messed up. I lost control. I thought that - his scent drove me mad."

"That's not an excuse," the vixen whispered with a tinge of frustration showing between her lips. She flattened her long ears and pulled a hoodie up over her head. It wasn't enough to keep her dry but she no longer had the energy to get back up. "You hurt him."

"He ran."

"Because you decided to show your fucking face!"

Silence, and an annoying pang of regret she couldn't push away. Cassidy rested her head against the railing once more and asked:

"Why did we think that was going to be a good idea? How on earth was, 'Hey Ahab, I'm a werewolf!' the right call in any situation, ever?"

Her other half's mental shrug nearly moved her own shoulders.

"It felt right. He made us feel good. We wanted him to accept me too. I wanted to say hello."

"Maybe you'll still be able to," Cassidy mused as she watched a young girl desperately try to hail a cab in the middle of the rain, "if he comes back."

"Cassie..."

"I know, I know. But..."

But what was she holding on to? It'd been three days: he hadn't answered her calls, replied to her texts, or so much as shown his face anywhere near her apartment. Ahab wasn't coming back. Sitting out here in the rain and wishing that things were different wasn't going to change that.

"Maybe we should just go to his place. Check in on him?"

"That's a terrible idea. You are not thinking straight."

"Yeah, you're probably right..."

"Come on Cassie. Let's take a shower and get some rest. Maybe we can do something tomorrow? A good walk will do us some good."

"Sure," Cassidy replied as she slowly pulled herself away from the edge of the fire escape to crawl back through the window to her apartment. "Whatever you... oh."

"You smell that?"

Cassidy felt it, a long and intoxicating shiver originating right between her ears that set her skin ablaze. The vixen drew her hood back behind her head and breathed deep from the rainy air just to catch the smallest hint of him.

"Oh yes." Her other half's voice quivered as the two of them savoured the scent. "It's him. You were right."

"I don't see him," Cassidy whimpered as she stepped back out to the fire escape to lean against the guard rail.

"He's still far, but he's coming. I can feel him."

And so could Cassidy now that she'd closed her eyes: Ahab's scent was tinged with the bitterness of fear and the sweet aftertaste of longing and hope, his breathing remained shallow yet steady, and the gentle footsteps of boots against wet concrete followed a cautious rhythm despite the rain. She smiled to herself and also listened for the beating of his heart, a quick and agitated pa-thump barreling against his chest ever faster with every step he took.

"He's so afraid of us," Cass commented. She savoured the thought with the knowledge that fear wasn't keeping him away.

Cassidy swallowed a mouthful of saliva as her fingers strained against the guard rail. The temptation to run out there and hunt him down was...

"Let's wait for him here. I want to see him. I want to be sure."

For once, the presence didn't argue with Cassidy. The two were finally synchronised with one another; the two were finally whole.

***

Rain started to pick up. People dashed for cover with their arms protectively held over their heads. In an alley, just a mile south of Cassidy's apartment, a heavy steel door swung open with a loud grinding of metal hinges as stray feral cats meowed their greeting to an exhausted line cook holding a tray of partially eaten leftovers and scraps. A few blocks north, a tired father prepared to start his night shift in the security booth of a dilapidated parking garage. An older woman, a panther whose black fur was tinged with speckles of silver and grey, stumbled backward out of a nail salon while bidding her farewells, her sharp claws painted a glossy white and red. She narrowly avoided bumping into a hyena who'd swiftly sidestepped out of her way.

"Sorry miss," he apologised as he pulled the hood of a dark denim jacket tighter over his head. He glanced back and flashed her the smallest of smiles before stopping to finally catch his breath.

The miles and hours he'd spent walking here had been quiet and calm. He saw the storm approaching from the distance but the thought of even turning back and heading home hadn't crossed his mind. Single-minded desire drove him back to this neighbourhood that he'd grown so familiar with over the last six months. Ahab wanted to see her again; he wanted to apologise.

But now he was afraid. His throat closed up as he looked up at the shadow-veiled walls of her apartment building. Fourth floor, east side... he stared up at the fire escape for minutes but saw nothing through the fog of rain and dark. He didn't see that small pair of orange eyes that'd been observing him for some time now nor did he hear Cassidy's whispered breath begging for him to not turn around.

Fear only grew as he ran across the street and hopped up a short flight of stairs to a locked door and a simple buzzer. The feeling nearly bubbled over as he thumbed Cassidy's apartment number, four-zero-one, and hit 'call'.

It only rang once. The call was picked up. No voice came through the line.

"Cassie!" he yelled through the speaker as the rain began to drown out his voice. Ahab nervously clutched at his chest. "It's Ahab! Can I come up?"

The response was a crackle of static.

"It's raining really hard! I'm soaked through and I... I wanted to come see you!"

The hyena waited a moment. Silence, then... another crackle of static and feedback.

"Please?" He added as the beating of his heart slowed to a quiet and steady rhythm. "I miss you."

Static died - the line had been cut.

Then a buzz, and the latches to the door clanked open.

Cassidy waited at the other end of her apartment's front door, her ears listening for him while she stared at her own reflection on a nearby mirror.

The vixen hadn't brushed down her fur nor done her makeup and for that she almost felt... exposed. The fur patterns of her face weren't as defined as she would have wanted them: the whites were too dull and blended a little too much with the grey. But at least they contrasted well with the orange of her eyes.

"He's here."

She opened the door before Ahab had the chance to knock. Her ears peeked through first, long, tall, and flicking with nervous excitement. Then her eyes, a sharp and elegant snout, and that smile - the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen, so shy and nervous but glad.

"You actually came back?" Cassidy asked with a crack to her voice as she stared up at that trembling ball of mottled pale grey fur. He visibly couldn't find the words to say to her. He couldn't even muster a simple greeting now that they were seeing each other eye-to-eye. Cassidy extended out her hand for him to hold and said, "You're soaked. Come in and let's get you warm."

His hand was larger than hers, so warm and soft. Curling claws lightly scratched into her fur. He took a cautious step forward and she once again felt small in his presence, but that was okay. It had always been okay.

Ahab couldn't keep his hand from trembling even as it held tight to hers. Cassidy tasted the fear and anxiety that permeated his scent and almost pulled away from him - almost. Her other half wouldn't have let her if she'd tried.

"She's here," Cassidy began to explain as she tugged on the hyena's arm to get him to just... just come close already. "She's always been here and she's not going to," hurt him? But she'd already hurt him; "... do anything rash. I promise. Now... can I at least get a kiss?"

"I'm sorry!" Ahab blurted out as he suddenly wrapped his arms around her in a hug that the vixen willingly and enthusiastically accepted. This felt good; it felt right to hold her again. "Cassie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I mean, I didn't want you to think that-"

"It's okay," Cassidy hummed as she buried her head against his chest. "I know you're scared and there's a thousand questions going through your head. I'm just happy you came."

She got up on the tips of her toes and planted a light lick on the side of his wet neck. The way his bristling fur tickled her nose almost made her laugh as she was swept up on his arms and promptly met with a reciprocated kiss, his heavy and rough tongue leaving wet streaks of saliva across her cheek..

"Drag him inside and don't let him go."

"Come on," Cassidy said as she reluctantly squirmed away from his arms. "Let's get you warmed up."

The place was small: her front door opened up to what was essentially one big bedroom, with a small serviceable kitchen directly to his left and a single open window all the way to the other end of the room. Her walls were adorned with Christmas lights that painted the room in a soft glow or orange and purple alongside posters of her favourite bands. Dominating the centre of the room was a large bed - the bed she now sat on as she watched Ahab take in his surroundings.

"So then..." Cassidy began as she watched Ahab remove his coat and shake off his fur. He flashed her the smallest of smiles, the kind that made her want to drag him into bed with her. "What's your burning question?"

She was nervous. Cass was nervous. They didn't want to do anything that would drive him away again.

"You're safe," he said to her with palpable relief and for the first time he seemed to deflate a little. His shoulders slumped and his hands found something else to do besides nervously wring against one another. This was relief of a tension he'd held for three days. "The last time I saw you..."

"I was a big bad wolf." She had to force out a laugh. He'd been worried - he cared. His eyes on her didn't make her feel as uncomfortable as she thought they would now that the secret was out. No, it made her feel welcome and safe. Sure, he was still afraid, but now that she could see him up close she could tell that there was also genuine curiosity waiting to be answered. She placed a small hand up between her breasts and said, "It is me. See? The same Cassie you've known all this time. You do see that... right?"

As opposed to a monster. Neither Cassidy nor Cass wanted him to see a monster.

"... Right?"

"Ah - of course! Of course I see that - I see you. I was just thinking about..." Ahab glanced over his shoulder to make sure the door was closed. Even then he still lowered his voice a little; "how it... uhm.. How you..."

"Take it slow," Cassidy gently suggested as she patted a spot on the bed beside her. They needed him close. "I can tell that you're putting on a brave face for me. I appreciate it."

"Hah... Am I that easy to read now?"

She watched as she slowly walked on over to her. His eyes didn't leave her; they scanned every inch of her body, seeking out some abnormality that wasn't obvious at first glance. It didn't really make her feel like anything less than herself and she didn't dissuade him from doing so. Anything to quiet his nerves.

"To your credit, being able to read people is part of who I am." He sat right by her side. He sought the comfort of her touch. She reached out to hold his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. "The dilation of their eyes, beating of their hearts, the way their noses twitch and ears flick to the most minuscule degree... the list goes on and on."

She turned his hand around - soft black pads dotted the tips of each finger. Cassidy ran a thumb over each sensitive little nub, smiling to herself as his fingers twitched in response.

"Then there's scents - that's your biggest tell, actually. One sniff and I can see when you're excited, happy, tired, sad, horny," she paused for a moment and glanced up to make sure he was still listening; to see if it was okay to keep going. The awe he regarded her with made her heart swell with pride; "angry... scared... It radiates off of you like heat from a furnace. Maybe it's because I pay more attention to you than I do anyone else. Here's a little secret I think I can share with you now: I knew how attracted you were to me when we first met. You could barely breathe, those eyes were so focused on me, and the scent you gave off was just... strong."

She didn't look up at him after this admission, just kept her eyes on his hand as she continued to play with his fingers. But she waited for an answer - her ears were trained on him.

Without thinking he raised his arm and took a quick sniff. Cassidy smiled wide and stifled a laugh. "Geez, Cassie. That's kind of cheating, isn't it?"

"Oh, it one hundred percent is cheating," Cassidy replied with the first genuine laugh of the night as she shifted a little so the side of her body touched his own. She hardly even had the chance to ask for permission before he'd wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close against him. Cassidy rested her head on his torso and hummed, satisfied. "She says 'Thank you', by the way."

"Who?" His voice rumbled deep in his chest.

"Cass. In case you were wondering, that's her name. The wolf living inside me."

"Ah, right. We've..." His heart ticked back up and that scent grew slightly bitter on the back of her tongue, "... been acquainted."

But he still held on tight to her, refusing to let go now that they were so close to one another. He'd never let her go.

"Why is she thanking me?"

"For coming back and proving her wrong. She wants to ask you something, by the way."

"Okay..." He played along - under any other circumstance he would've called himself crazy.

"She wants to know if you'll give her another chance." Before he could answer, Cassidy sat up a little and planted a kiss on his big dumb nose. "She says she'll behave."

He couldn't hold back a smile as Cassidy wrapped her arms around his thick neck, giving her the leverage she needed to turn and throw one leg across his lap. Ahab's hands came down on her hips and pulled her along until the two were face-to-face with one another. Her breath was mints and honey, as refreshing as the warm colour of her orange eyes.

She teased him a little, rolling her ass down against his groin, then pulled herself up to meet his lips. His hot breath met hers at the same time as their tongues entwined with one another. Theirs was a gentle kiss, one that swapped between her tongue in his mouth and his in hers to lick and suck and savour. His strong hands held tight to the small of her back - she could hear the way his short bushy tail thumped hard against the mattress of her bed.

"Tell me something," Ahab began, breathless now after parting from her snout. She almost went in for another kiss, wanting so much more of him. "How much of this can she feel?"

"Like a touch, or a kiss, or..." Words hung high in the air as she pressed down onto his lap again. Through his jeans and her sweatpants she could feel him stirring beneath her, just the way she liked it. "Plenty, but also not enough. I... I don't know how to describe it."

Cassidy closed her eyes as the two held themselves in each other's arms to think. She was having a conversation not meant for his ears.

"She listens. She observes. She desires." There was a glow to her eyes as she peered back into his soul. "Every one of her senses is attuned to my own. She experiences what I do but to her it's like... like doing it all underwater. It's distant. Lonely. That's... that's what she said."

"But she can take over whenever she wants? Become that-" he immediately corrected himself. Not a thing, but an individual. "-... herself, right? What I saw the other day."

"Whenever and wherever," Cassidy answered with an affirming nod. "Which is why we set some ground rules. Rules that someone decided to break. She, uhm, says that she's sorry. For attacking you, that is. She also says you shouldn't have ran - something about not turning your back on a predator... Just ignore that last part."

"No, she's right." His fingers tightened around her back. "I forgive her. And, yes, I want to give her another chance."

"You mean it?" Cassidy asked as her arms tightened around his neck. She nuzzled against his cheek then pressed her smaller nose to his. "You've got a good poker face, Ahab, but remember that I can tell just how you really feel."

"And how do I feel?" He gave her face the lightest lick. She was so warm...

"So terribly afraid, yet optimistically curious. I... - uhnf, fuck..."

"Cassie?"

"It's... it's okay. Just a little... oh..."

"Hey." He held on tight to Cassidy as a wave of vertigo overtook her. She collapsed onto his body, her snout cradled against his neck, his arms protectively wrapped around her back. "What's wrong Cassie?"

"The fucking bitch," Cassidy whimpered with a mellow groan as she panted against his nape. His scent was so strong here; the taste of his fur so concentrated and sharp. "She's breaking the rules again."

"Should I-"

"No! You... You stay right there." Her panting grew louder, heavier. She licked, and licked, and licked at his neck until the fur was saturated with her saliva. Cassidy couldn't have stopped herself even if she'd wanted to. "Stay. Right. There."

She listened for Ahab's whimpered moan and took it as a sign to go further. She needed more than a simple taste of his body. And so she turned her head and nipped the skin of his neck with sharp teeth just to settle an ache in her jaw that refused to go away. Cassidy tried to explain what was happening but the words refused to form - she was swimming in his scent and every breath just made it all worse for her.

"God, Cassie," hummed Ahab with adoration as he cupped the back of her head and held her there. Every bite stung with piercing pain, but her tongue quickly alleviated whatever complaint he could've mustered as it tended to the sore skin she'd just nipped. "That feels..."

No more words. She quieted him with a hard and sudden kiss as she shoved the whole of her tongue into his mouth. Ahab gasped at the sudden intrusion but willingly accepted the Vixen's advances. His hands explored every inch of her body before settling just beneath her tail to hold and grope her soft ass. Breaths came shorter, ragged, and finally stilled entirely as he struggled with a worming tongue that pushed farther into his maw than he'd ever felt it before.

Heavier, hotter, wider. It exhausted his own muscle, battered it down against the floor of his maw, and yet it didn't cease. Her tongue carelessly ran across the sharp edges of incisors and canines and pushed against the inside of his cheeks before once more finding his tongue and forcing it against hers in something that no longer felt like a kiss as much as it was a display of dominance over him.

And god did he love it. It was angry, rough, and desperately needy. It didn't settle for simply demanding his attention but took it by force, whether he wanted to or not. His body responded to it with a painful erection that begged to be set free with every throb that forced it to strain against his jeans while he involuntarily sucked on the vixen's tongue.

He gagged softly as the very tip of it flicked against the back of his throat then moaned and begged silently for it to stay as he felt it retract from his mouth. Her sharp snout no longer connected to his, leaving just the look of wild eyes glaring down at him as more and more of her tongue seemed to unspool from within him.

Then, finally, he could breathe, and that first lungful of air was choked with a heavy, disorienting scent. Pheromones? It was sour and wet and it radiated from every pore in Cassidy's body but god was he attracted to it. New, different, and just exactly what he'd been craving.

"That's a good boy," she spoke with a voice that was not her own. This was low, dangerous... every word echoed with the promise of a growl or the threat of a snarl. She allowed her tongue to once more slide from her mouth, giving Ahab a good look at just how much had been forced into his throat, before dragging up along from the bottom of his neck, along the length of his snout, and finally to his right ear, where it curled against the inside of it before retracting once more into a snout that seemed a little wider, longer... feral. "You taste so good."

"Cassie?" he barely murmured, to which she replied by shoving a finger up against his snout. The mirth in her eyes when he immediately gave it a kiss was matched only by the satisfaction of watching him suck on it when she pushed it into his mouth.

"Cass now. The other one's long gone." Her breathing shuddered as she watched him pull more of her finger into his mouth. He wanted more of it - all of it. "She was right, you are such a good boy. Is this your first time playing the bitch in bed?"

Ahab nodded eagerly as he rolled a tired tongue around her finger. The way she said that word, 'bitch', made him throb again.

It must have been her taste, so bitter and sweet and so full of life. Or maybe it was her scent and its constant assault against his senses. Or... perhaps it was her body, one that he felt growing larger and stronger on top of him until she was nearly the same height as he, with no end in sight.

Or maybe it was just that unrelentingly predatory look to her eyes, the same eyes he'd seen three days ago, the same ones that'd once terrified him to his core but now only had him gasping and moaning and shuddering like a bitch in heat.

He'd been so distracted by it all that he didn't even hear the ripping of fabric until after a heavy set of breasts pressed against his chest. Cassidy's small breasts that'd once fit perfectly in the palms of his hands had swollen out considerably with dark nipples hard enough that he could feel them through his shirt as if he weren't wearing anything at all.

"Eyes. Up." Cass shoved him back and pinned the hyena to the bed by his arms as she resettled atop of him, her body now too large to comfortably sit on his lap. She could have done anything to him now that he was in such a vulnerable position, but right now she just wanted him to see...

... everything. She wasn't the same person anymore, delicate and small, but rather a creature that neither resembled a proper wolf in form or the fox she'd been before. Despite that she was massive, dwarfing him outright now that she'd settled in a position atop his torso, and in her grip was strength he'd not felt ever in his life. A strength that flowed all through the rest of her body as he involuntarily explored every inch of what was on display.

"God... you're..." Ahab lost his breath as Cass slowly settled down on his chest. She'd been holding her weight with her knees but she wanted to feel him against every inch of her. Strong hands held on to his head as her breasts swayed in the air just out of reach from his lips. He swallowed hard as she peered down at him and finally finished with, "Incredible."

Every animal instinct that'd dominated Cass' thoughts tempered off as she found herself in a brief moment of lucidity. She let him go of his head just as a throb of pleasure struck between her thighs and simply... stared for a second or two at the creature so helplessly trapped beneath her.

"You're not scared?" she asked him with as soft a voice as she could muster as her large hand caressed his cheek. She wasn't very careful with her claws, she couldn't be. Ahab felt the long knives almost cut into his skin.

"Of course I am!" He replied, and his precious little heart confirmed that suspicion. "You're so big, and strong, and-" He could only hold on to her thighs; each easily as big as his head. Her fur was long and rough, like needles against the palms of his hands. Ahab gave them an exploratory squeeze and found nothing but rock-hard muscle beneath; "-- feral. Like a wild animal. And I think I love it. Is this all of you?"

Cass nodded as she sat back a little. She was careful now, acutely aware of just how heavy she was. The bed groaned in agony as she settled near the edge, above his legs, with her long arms and legs holding up the majority of her weight. Confidently she stated, "Take a long look," and visibly drooled as Ahab devoured her body with his eyes.

Between her legs the dark fur glistened with wet arousal. Long arcing strings connected her thighs to swollen labia hidden by a thick bush of soaked fur. An occasional thick droplet coalesced and then descended, slowly, onto his lap. He could follow a trail of it leading all the way up to his chest, where Cass had been grinding against him just moments before.

A hand dipped between her legs, covering her up entirely, but his ears picked up the sound of something slicking against fingers. Cass swallowed down a moan as two fingers dove into the bush and parted her aching lips to drag along sensitive nerves and collect some of that grool he'd become so enraptured by. She made sure he was watching as she swallowed up her fingers to savour her own taste.

"Can I touch you?"

Ahab's question was met with a nod as he sat up a little, only to be shoved back down as the werewolf spread her legs wider for him to see just how wet she'd gotten at the simple looks he was giving her.

"Before you do," Cass backed off a little - her feet now touched the floor - and stood near the edge of the bed. She towered over him, almost imperceptibly so, and when she reached up to lazily plant her hand flat against the ceiling she caught him gulping down his nerves. "How does this make you feel?"

Ahab stood and he wordlessly followed after Cass as she stepped back from his approach. Claws scraped sharp cuts into the ceiling; heavy footfalls thudded with a resonating echo in his mind. He followed the orange of her eyes, the casual sway of wide hips, each heavy bounce to her breasts, and the left-to-right swish of a massive tail that nearly reached the floor.

With her back to the wall he was drawn into her blanket of hot fur as strong arms wrapped around his head and dragged him in against her stomach. Ahab held hard to her hips and planted one kiss after another all throughout her abdomen, imprinting to memory each small ridge of muscle that tightened as a cold wet nose grazed against it before relaxing to the massage of his warm tongue.

"Good boy," she praised as her eyes fluttered and closed for a moment. Her hold on his head tightened and with force buried him up against her body, until he could breathe nothing but her own stench. "Go lower."

Hands raked along his back as he kissed his way down her stomach and claws sank into the fabric of his shirt when he finally reached her waistline. He barely got the chance to take in that heady aroma before Cass forcefully shoved his head between her thighs with a commanding and frustrated growl.

"Stop teasing - yes!" First she felt his nose brush against her enlarged clit as she pressed his head in through the bush of pubic fur, then finally was granted the immediate pleasure of a heavy tongue exploring both within and around her pussy.

Cass spread her legs, gripped tight to the hyena's head, and started to rock back and forth in short and frantic thrusts against his face. The moisture between her legs helped her glide against his snout as muffled moans shot the smallest of vibrations against her most sensitive nerves.

And Ahab accepted it, willingly and obediently allowing himself to be used almost like a toy as he did everything he could to pleasure the beast that had so easily taken control of his body and mind. He shoved his tongue, and nearly the whole tip of his snout, into a greedily winking hole sodden with her cream, then dragged up and along between her lips until he'd swallowed up her clit to lick and suck with the same ferocious hunger that she facefucked him with.

"You're such a good boy!" continued her praise as drool rained from between lips and across his lower back and tail as the werewolf lost herself to animal pleasure. She held still for a moment and simply allowed him to do as he pleased, shuddering as his tongue once more found its preferred spot at her entrance, teasing her with a probing lick before stretching her with slow circling licks aimed at pushing her limits.

He could barely hear the muffled sound of her voice as her thighs closed around his head. Ahab didn't care - this was where he felt he belonged. His jaw ached and the back of his neck throbbed with pain with how he'd craned his neck up, but nothing would have stopped him from lapping up every last inch of her swollen pussy. He barely got a good look at her parted lips before he dove back into the mass of dark pubic fur and grool to shove his tongue as deep into her depths as he could muster.

Tight, wet walls clenched around his tongue, milking it like they would his cock. He took a deep breath of her concentrated arousal and moaned, loud, so she could feel just how much he loved being her sole form of pleasure. It begged for more of that praise, more of the-

"Good, sweet, bitch boy," she whimpered as her thighs contracted around his head yet again. She could feel another wave of her juices gush against his face but the hyena didn't complain, rather swallowing what he could and pleasuring her without missing a beat. "Fuck - Fuck, get up here!"

Cass shoved him back, turned the two of them around, and roughly slammed him up against the wall. The hyena whimpered, his tongue still lolling out from his maw, as she grabbed him by the hips and dragged him up until that sweet lust-addled face was level with hers.

She gave him one second - barely enough time to think - so he could catch his breath before she shoved her tongue straight to the back of his throat, completely overpowering and then ignoring his own tongue entirely. Now she tasted herself in him as the thick excretion that was her arousal coated every nook and crevice of the inside of his mouth. And she lapped it up, ever last bit of it, greedily swallowing down the two of them as her quim throbbed and leaked ever copious amounts of her own sweet cream.

His eyes had nearly rolled to the back of his head; he'd gone limp in her arms, legs dangling uselessly in the air. All semblance of a fight was gone in him, not that there was much in there to begin with with how willingly he'd given himself over to her. Two thoughts ran through his mind: how desperately he wanted to be back between her legs to worship this divine creature, and how fucking stupid he'd been to run from her three days ago.

She was everything to him now, pure and unadulterated perfection. The epitome of power and sex. Whatever she asked of him, whatever she needed...

"I love that stupid look on your face," she remarked regarding both that blank panting expression and the absolute mess she'd made of his face. His fur was matted and sodden with her juices. Thick smears of it reached all the way up to his brow and his nose was smothered and stained. How had Cassidy kept him from her for so long? "Someone's addicted."

"More," Ahab muttered between heavy breaths as she pressed against him. He lazily wrapped his legs around her torso as best he could while her fingers dug into his waist and large breasts squished against his bare chest. Their tongues met halfway between their snouts, slashing and flicking like whips against one another in the cool open air of the bedroom. He wrapped his arms around her neck, dug his hands deep into the collar of her rough fur, and groaned that request once she'd withdrawn from their heated kiss: "Please, for the love of god, please give me more."

One of these days she'd mark him as hers, a bite that'd scar and stain his flawless skin for the rest of his life so he, and anyone who saw, would know exactly who he belonged to. One day... when he was on his hands and knees begging, tail wagging, and panting like a bitch in the middle of her heat. It would be at the end of a long night, when he was at his wits end, just barely able to stay awake as his mind pushed for one last lick between her legs.

But tonight wasn't that night - the fantasy came and went in an instant as she was brought back to reality by the tired murmuring of a hyena so pussy drunk he could barely keep himself still within her hands.

"Please Cass," Ahab begged again.

"Okay, but..." Cass grinned as she held him tighter against the wall. His legs curled tighter and struggled to bring her closer than she already was. His immediate reaction was to kiss and lick and worship any part of her body that he could reach; "... who's my good boy?"

"I am!" he whimpered before planting another kiss on the side of her massive snout. "I'm your good boy. Please..."

"Good boy. I think you earned a little reward."

Reward. That sweet word made Ahab all the more eager to be manhandled by her as she casually and effortlessly brought him up and over her shoulder. He closed his eyes and sank into her thick coating of fur to bury his senses in her smell and taste for the few seconds he was allowed to. Her body trembled with an approving growl before he was set down at the edge of the bed, and was once again made to feel small by Cass' daunting stature.

If the hyena wanted to worship her, then who was she to deny him? The two exchanged a look, nothing more, and with the slightest of nudges he'd stuffed his face right back between her legs.

Confidence in bliss - And the high she rode as his tongue once more buried itself deep between her folds nearly caused her to scream and buckle under the pressure. Cass pressed into him, forced him back with the weight of her body, and straddled his head as the bed groaned and creaked alongside her stifled whimpering and his genuine moans of content and excitement.

And above it all? The diligent and ceaseless sounds of his tongue dragging back and forth against her nethers.

Her body was alive. Where fingers touched she felt the thrill of lust like a spark of electricity and the skin beneath her fur almost breathed in response. Hands travelled up her stomach, down her thighs, over her breasts... she pinched her nipples and nearly howled for the joy she'd been denied since her first waking moment in this life.

"Don't stop," Cass begged as she gripped his head once more and began fucking herself against his snout. Her obedient boy did as she commanded as his tongue squirmed tirelessly against her insides while hands groped and spread her ass with eager and hungry intent. She bucked her hips and dragged him out so he could breathe and hear her tell him, "...so fucking close. Please don't stop."

Ahab was tired - exhausted. His mouth had gone numb and it felt as if his mind was barely holding itself together. But she wanted more; she needed more. And that flavour... those sounds she so desperately tried to hide as he devoured her cunt...

She bucked against his face again, short and hard thrusts slamming him back against the bed while she smothered him between powerful thighs. Cass merely snarled, unable to form words any longer as that wave of pleasure crescendoed into a sudden and inevitable explosion against her living toy. His fingers desperately clawed against her ass; she heard and felt him swallow down the torrent of cum with nowhere else for it to go than down his throat.

Drooling, panting, tail wagging so fast it was a blur. Cass was high on bliss, her own pleasure a closed circuit that refused to let her racing heart rest for a second. She wanted to tell him to stop licking, to give her a second, but all she could do was fuck against his snout and soak him so permanently he'd never be able to wash of the scent.

Her throat closed up as she tried to heave praise and her legs nearly buckled beneath the weight of her body when the ebb and flow of her orgasm began to taper off. Strength failed just as Cass pushed herself off his head to lay flat on her back beside the hyena, moaning now as her pussy throbbed with the aftershocks of her own arousal.

How starved she'd been for this. How desperately she'd wanted the attention.

"Twenty-seven years," Cass murmured once their breathing had steadied and their hearts fell to a quiet and steady rhythm, "and in all that time I've never felt someone else's hands on me. Everything through her eyes, her skin." She nearly flinched as Ahab wrapped himself around her arm. His touch felt so... perfect. "What am I to you?"

"Cass?" And his voice was so tender she could have melted into its song. "I'm not sure I understand what you're asking."

"Am I an animal?" His heart was beating faster again. Hands explored her arms. His head nuzzled against her shoulder. "A monster? An individual?"

"You're... you. You talk, think, act... not exactly what I thought werewolves would be."

"So then why am I relegated to just being a voice in someone else's head? Why is it that she will wake up with you in the morning and not me?"

He didn't have the answers - neither of them did. All Ahab could do was press himself to her side, to try and comfort her, yet even he knew that wasn't enough.

"Forget it," Cass hummed as she turned her head away from him.

"Are you angry with her? Cassidy, I mean."

Was she angry? Twenty-seven years and the thought had never really crossed her mind. She'd been so happy and content with the few hours of freedom Cassidy could squeeze in for her. Everything had worked fine... until tonight.

Ahab planted a kiss on the side of her neck. He couldn't keep his hands off of her and, quite frankly, she didn't want him to stop either. This night would have gone on for eternity if Cass had her way. With her on top of him, or he between her legs, or even just in each other's arms so they could listen to the quiet song of their breathing.

Was he the problem?

"Cass."

"Forget it," the werewolf replied with a growl. "Just a moment of lucidity, nothing more. Do not tell Cassidy - our secret."

"Okay... okay. Do you need some space? Time alone?"

She didn't want to go back into that darkness, the endless ocean so distant from the waking world. She wasn't ready. Her eyes burned and an ache formed in her heart - why?

Cass yanked the hyena on top of her body and settled his head between her breasts. She knew that her fur was rough and her body was too hard to be of any comfort, but she didn't want him anywhere else right now. She didn't need space. She didn't want to be alone.

Maybe if she just stayed awake. Maybe then she'd still be here in the morning. And her heart wouldn't hurt. And the tears would stop.

"Just shut up," Cass spoke, her voice hard and steady as she swallowed down the pain. She stroked the dirty fur on the back of his head. He instantly sank into her, so perfectly safe in her arms, "and let me mope in peace."