{"id":691,"date":"2018-10-03T08:28:47","date_gmt":"2018-10-03T15:28:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=691"},"modified":"2018-10-03T08:28:47","modified_gmt":"2018-10-03T15:28:47","slug":"from-my-patreon-a-dangerous-game","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=691","title":{"rendered":"From My Patreon: A Dangerous Game"},"content":{"rendered":"

From my Patreon! But also from my Discord. One of the batch of stories I put together for people that are active on my Discord server.<\/p>\n

You can find my page at: https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/markgraham<\/p>\n

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1. The CYOA continues – we’re at part four now!
\n2. I have about 13 or 14 stories posted on the Patreon but nowhere else. I have a lot of dog girl stories, a lesbian donkey TF, a fox TF and more! Including The Gift chapter 2 and OFFICE BITCH CHAPTER 3!!
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I don’t listen very well but I like to think of it as part of my charm.<\/p>\n

It’s frustrated most of my boyfriends who had preconceived notions for how our relationship should work.\u00a0 However, for those few rare others, it’s the spice of life.\u00a0 Or at least a bit of pepper for our love life.<\/p>\n

Russell was one of those.\u00a0 I gravitated towards men like him.\u00a0 Quiet.\u00a0 Confident.\u00a0 Loving.\u00a0 Commanding<\/em><\/strong>.\u00a0 Better yet, he was amused by my little acts of disobedience.\u00a0 Aroused by it, even.\u00a0 At least most of the time.<\/p>\n

It was a game I played in life and in love.\u00a0 Pushing.\u00a0 Just a little bit.\u00a0 Just enough.\u00a0 It pissed off my parents something fierce, though.\u00a0 And my teachers.\u00a0 So forth and so forth.<\/p>\n

Do the dishes, Jonathan!<\/em>\u00a0 Okay, sure.\u00a0 I heard you, mom.\u00a0 I’ll just sit here a bit until you tell me to do it again.\u00a0 And then maybe I’ll do it this time.<\/p>\n

Get on your knees and suck my cock, Jonathan!<\/em>\u00a0 Oh, yes.\u00a0 I’ll go.\u00a0 I’ll kneel here like a good little boy.\u00a0 But-?\u00a0 Maybe I’ll kiss it first?\u00a0 Maybe play with the balls a little next.\u00a0 Or stroke you without looking you in the eye so you can’t see my smirk.\u00a0 Until you grab the back of my head and force my mouth open with it.\u00a0 Fuck yes.<\/p>\n

I don’t like being in control but sometimes I need you to make me do what you want.\u00a0 Quiet little Jonathan Pierce always doing what he’s told to do.<\/p>\n

Where was I?<\/p>\n

Russell.\u00a0 Right.<\/p>\n

He was a lucky find.\u00a0 And a tough one.\u00a0 I was just out at the bar and there he was.\u00a0 The light brown skin he’d inherited from his Middle Eastern parents grabbed my attention initially but his very presence drew me in.\u00a0 He sat drinking alone at the bar with his hand around a tumbler.\u00a0 Sandy brown hair with a short beard showing a little gray on the chin.\u00a0 He didn’t look sad or especially lonely but there was a heavy air around him that caused people to give him wide berth.\u00a0 So I sat next to him and ordered a drink, much to his surprise.\u00a0 As the night wore on, I asked for his number.\u00a0 He turned me down so I asked again later.\u00a0 It took four times until he growled at me – actually growled at me! – and wrote his number down.<\/p>\n

I called him right then and there to make sure he hadn’t lied to me.\u00a0 He laughed and called me a bratty asshole.\u00a0 So I kissed him.\u00a0 I reached for his scratchy stubble but he growled (again!), grabbed my hand, slammed it down to the bar and then gripped my own hair while forcing his tongue down my throat.\u00a0 He was hot and fierce and it made me weak in the knees.\u00a0 I sat afterwards and he just stared at me.\u00a0 It’s cliche, especially now that I know what I know, but I felt like prey in his eyes.\u00a0 Those mellow brown eyes of his were intensely focused when he was riled up.\u00a0 God I felt so small.\u00a0 Frozen to the spot, afraid to move and just waiting for him to go for my throat.<\/p>\n

But then something flickered in his eyes.\u00a0 The tension drained out of him and he sat next to me.\u00a0 Just silently took a sip of his drink.\u00a0 I think he was waiting for me to leave.\u00a0 That I would be spooked out and bolt.<\/p>\n

“Jesus,” I’d said.\u00a0 Just that.\u00a0 And then I finished the rest of my drink in one go.\u00a0 My hand shook but I had the biggest erection of my twenty-two year old life.\u00a0 I didn’t run for it.\u00a0 Oh no.\u00a0 No way.\u00a0 I needed him in my life.\u00a0 Someone that with just a simple kiss could reduce me to a quivering bag of needs. A firm hand to my impertinence.<\/p>\n

That was eight months ago and I learned a few things since then.\u00a0 The first thing, which I suspected, was that he was single and hadn’t had many lovers.\u00a0 Awesome.\u00a0 The second, even better, that he loved when I was a brat.\u00a0 It, well, itched something for him.\u00a0 A need to hunt.\u00a0 He didn’t want someone completely submissive and he couldn’t work well with dominant personalities.\u00a0 They clashed with him.\u00a0 But me?\u00a0 Perfection.\u00a0 I wanted<\/em><\/strong> to see that part of him come out.\u00a0 It was a game to me and he loved it.\u00a0 I fought him and teased him and pushed his buttons (mostly at the right times, I’m not perfect) and he brought me back down.\u00a0 He’d get all rough and growl-y and hands-y and- where was I?<\/p>\n

I learned why later.\u00a0 Or part of it.\u00a0 Two months ago – six months into dating.\u00a0 He put together a dinner date at his house.\u00a0 The whole thing.\u00a0 Home cooked meal with a bottle of wine and candles.\u00a0 So, I was immediately suspicious. He ignored me when I asked him what the deal was.\u00a0 He wasn’t going to propose.\u00a0 No fucking way.\u00a0 I’d be lying if I wasn’t half hoping that’s what it was, though.\u00a0 Yeah, I know!\u00a0 Six months isn’t enough time.\u00a0 He’s just- he’s just so charming and handsome and a perfect piece to my relationship puzzle.<\/p>\n

When he told me, the asshole waited until I had a mouthful of wine.\u00a0 I spat it out.<\/p>\n

I’m a werewolf.<\/em><\/p>\n

Like what the fuck?\u00a0 Was it a roleplaying thing?\u00a0 A furry thing?\u00a0 He didn’t seem like the type for either despite all the growling and roughness.\u00a0 No, he clarified.\u00a0 An actual, honest-to-god werewolf.\u00a0 I told him to change for me and show me.\u00a0 He said he couldn’t – just at the full moon.\u00a0 So I asked if that meant the first full moon anywhere in the world and he said just where he was at the time.\u00a0 Okay, but what if it’s a full moon in China?\u00a0 Are you still a werewolf?\u00a0 What if it’s cloudy and you can’t see the moon?\u00a0 Can you only change if it’s visible in the sky?\u00a0 Do you turn into a full wolf?\u00a0 Are you fluffy?\u00a0 Do you have your own pet name? Name tag on your collar?<\/p>\n

He slammed his fists and growled (uh-huh, he did) and then stood up.\u00a0 I could see the muscles working on his jaws and I’m pretty sure he was counting down from ten.\u00a0 When he was done, he said he’d show me.\u00a0 The next day.\u00a0 Alright.\u00a0 I apologized because I could tell I pushed him too far.\u00a0 I was still learning my boundaries.\u00a0 Plus, I was starting to love him and wanted to keep him around.<\/p>\n

The next day, I got ready for some weird shit.\u00a0 To be disappointed in him in some way.\u00a0 Like, he’d have this weird mental issue.\u00a0 I fully expected him to roll around on the floor, grunting and groaning and then pretend to be a werewolf.\u00a0 I was ready to break up with him and so I was pretty quiet the whole time.\u00a0 I liked him, you know?<\/p>\n

Holy shit, no.\u00a0 I was wrong.\u00a0 So fucking wrong.\u00a0 He led me to his basement where he had a little mini dungeon set up.\u00a0 Padded walls, giant metal chains and these ridiculously thick cuffs attached to the ends of them.\u00a0 I went from “quiet and sad” to “Oh god, I’m going to die here.\u00a0 He’s going to lock me in his little dungeon and I’m going to starve to death.”\u00a0 But, no.\u00a0 He showed it to me and then we had a long talk about trust.\u00a0 And he told me he loved me.\u00a0 I forgot a little of what he said after that, to be honest.\u00a0 He trailed off when he noticed me smiling and not listening and I asked him to tell me again.\u00a0 That he loved me.\u00a0 He did and I went to kiss him but he held me back with a firm hand to my chest.<\/p>\n

Apparently, the days of, he was infectious.\u00a0 Ah.\u00a0 Boner killer.\u00a0 Back to this stuff again.\u00a0 Well, until he stripped.\u00a0 That got me all worked up again.\u00a0 He lay his clothes out next to the door, neatly folded and then locked himself in the room.\u00a0 The only thing he had with him was a key to open the door.\u00a0 It also opened from the outside as a security measure but he needed the key to get out.\u00a0 There was a small window at the top of the door for airflow and because he gets claustrophobic.\u00a0 The little bit of air and light helps, apparently.<\/p>\n

Right.\u00a0 Back to the werewolf bit.\u00a0 He wasn’t joking.\u00a0 I will never forget that night.\u00a0 Watching him change.\u00a0 He looked at me at the beginning and then not again.\u00a0 At least not until he’d turned a little feral.\u00a0 Huge and bound in the chains, pulling at them and snarling.\u00a0 Gigantic furry muscles.\u00a0 It was horrifying yet I couldn’t look away.\u00a0 His voice was different.\u00a0 Meaner.\u00a0 Hungrier.\u00a0 Told me he could smell me.\u00a0 He showed me his cock.\u00a0 Fucking Christ it was gigantic.\u00a0 It was so long, he could lick himself and he flaunted it while I watched.<\/p>\n

I wish I could say I waited there all night for him but I couldn’t take it.\u00a0 His laughter followed me out of the basement but soon devolved into this rasping, choking noise.\u00a0 Sleep did not come easily that night and I didn’t talk to Russell the day after.\u00a0 But the second day, I just showed up.\u00a0 We talked.\u00a0 I cried and told him I was sorry for doubting him and I’d like to work through it with him.\u00a0 He explained some more about how it works and what happens and it was a lovely time.\u00a0 I stayed to watch the last night but I moved upstairs to sleep because I could still hear him howling and slamming against the chains even with the soundproofing.\u00a0 And we cuddled the next day after he’d showered.\u00a0 No sex, no kissing, just a day together.<\/p>\n

And now here we are, two months after that.\u00a0 The second night of the full moon and I’m staying with him again.<\/p>\n

“Hey,” I tell him with a smile when he answers the door.\u00a0 I go in for a kiss but he turns his head so I kiss his ear instead.\u00a0 He’s not sure if his spit is infectious but he’s also incredibly paranoid about passing on his affliction.<\/p>\n

I can feel the nervous energy just exuding from him.\u00a0 It’s about an hour away from when it’ll start.\u00a0 Give or take since it’s not exactly rocket science.\u00a0 He presses a little too close against me.\u00a0 A little too hard.\u00a0 The sigh I hear in my ear has a slight, rumbling tremble to it and I can feel him growing hard.\u00a0 He sniffs me twice, quickly and then steps back just as fast.\u00a0 I’m pretty sure he isn’t aware of that – the sniffing.\u00a0 Right around the full moon, he takes on these extra little traits and mannerisms.\u00a0 Bits of the wolf coming through.<\/p>\n

It excites me, though.\u00a0 The way he does it.\u00a0 Like he’s greeting me in his special way.\u00a0 His ‘mate’ when he’s in that mode.\u00a0 I blush and look away when I remember the one time I tried to initiate some, umm, “wolf play”.\u00a0 I’d showed him this really sexy black leather Red Riding Hood outfit and told him he could be the Big Bad Wolf.\u00a0 He did not take that well.\u00a0 No.\u00a0 No, he did not.\u00a0 As much as I love pushing, I never tried again.\u00a0 He doesn’t like the wolf side.\u00a0 At all.\u00a0 He won’t even talk about how it happened.<\/p>\n

So, I help how I can in the brief time before he hides himself away. Dinner is laid out and we just talk.\u00a0 He asks how my day went and I talk about his day.\u00a0 It’s all Suzie Homemaker bullshit but it helps him relax and feel normal.<\/p>\n

Silverware crashes to the table.\u00a0 I look up to see him cradling his hand.\u00a0 It’s trembling.\u00a0 Tendons are standing out and the fingers are bent.\u00a0 Worse, his lips are back and there’s a wild look in his eyes.<\/p>\n

“Babe,” I say as gently as I can.\u00a0 “Maybe it’s time?”<\/p>\n

He looks up at me as if he’s forgotten I’m there.\u00a0 Already his ears are sharp and folded back.\u00a0 Wispy brown hairs run along the edge of them.\u00a0 I’m not worried yet since he’ll sometimes have little changes before it really starts to hit.<\/p>\n

“Babe?”\u00a0 I ask.\u00a0 I’m starting to feel a bit of cold sweat breaking out but he blinks and swallows.<\/p>\n

“Yeah,” he says, his voice rough.\u00a0 “Are- are you coming tonight?”<\/p>\n

“Of course,” I tell him.\u00a0 I go for a cheek kiss, not daring to test his limits right now, and his stubble is soft on my lips.\u00a0 It’s already getting thicker so I know time is short.<\/p>\n

Russell leads the way and I follow him down into the basement.\u00a0 He runs his fingernails against the brick wall down the staircase while I mentally try to push him faster.\u00a0 Still, I’m getting hard thinking about it.\u00a0 Flashing back to rough sex.\u00a0 His hand around the back of my neck.\u00a0 Or, god, the few times he’s bitten my shoulder when he’s really<\/em><\/strong> getting into it and losing himself a little.\u00a0 He tries not to because it’s from his wolf side but I know he can’t help it.\u00a0 I just never tell him about it.\u00a0 About the times I’ve looked back at him to see him staring in the distance while he’s pounding into me after wrestling me down to my hands and knees.\u00a0 As if he’d mounted me.\u00a0 I just- tease him a little bit.\u00a0 Raise my shoulder near his mouth or push my back up against him.\u00a0 Or raise my little narrow hips while he’s spreading my ass with his cock.<\/p>\n

Oof.<\/p>\n

I want to touch him while he strips but I know it’s not safe.\u00a0 His chest hair is too thick and there’s actual patches of fur on his thighs and calves.\u00a0 He’s as hard as I am but bigger.\u00a0 As always.\u00a0 Thick skin surrounds his ballsack and most of his manhood.\u00a0 I wish I could grab it.\u00a0 To feel the sheath before it really grows in.\u00a0 And after.\u00a0 It looks so soft when it’s all fuzzy.<\/p>\n

The door slams shut.\u00a0 Russell goes to the far wall and then turns, facing me.\u00a0 But he doesn’t look up at me.\u00a0 He reaches into the shackles to grip the chains connecting them.\u00a0 Corded muscle stands out on his forearms.\u00a0 My lover kneels and the chains move to allow him some reach.\u00a0 His chest is rising and falling so fast and it’s full of his thick, curly hair.\u00a0 Fur now, I guess?\u00a0 Or somewhere in between.<\/p>\n

All I can do is stare at him.\u00a0 The skin along his cock is tightening.\u00a0 It seems to glisten in the overhead light while taking on a reddish tone.\u00a0 I grab my own bulge while I watch. Stroking myself slowly.\u00a0 Squeezing myself.\u00a0 He’s not small by any means but this- this thing- this reddened wolf’s cock is just…<\/p>\n

“FUCK!” Russell screams, shaking the chains.\u00a0 His neck is red beneath long brown hairs.\u00a0 I think this is when his face starts to change.\u00a0 I know that part hurts him a lot and it’s right around where he starts to go a little feral.<\/p>\n

I’ve unzipped myself to hold my hairless dick while my lover becomes something else.\u00a0 I’ve come to enjoy watching him.\u00a0 Although I was disgusted at first, now I find it to be incredibly erotic.\u00a0 It fits him. This animal he’s becoming.\u00a0 They’re inseparable in my mind now – my rough, handsome Russell and the animalistic beast he’s turning into.\u00a0 The thought of being taken by the wolf – the thrill of it-<\/p>\n

“Mmm,” I moan, edging back from the my own orgasm.<\/p>\n

Watching for a moment more, I make a decision.\u00a0 He won’t let me push his wolf side.\u00a0 He keeps himself so restrained that I can’t join this part of him.<\/p>\n

So I unlatch the door and let it open just a bit.<\/p>\n

It’s a small, safe thrill.\u00a0 Breaking the barrier between us.\u00a0 I sit back on the bench he installed for me last month with my pants around my ankle.\u00a0 He’s so close to me.\u00a0 Thirty feet away, chained to the wall.<\/p>\n

Oh.<\/p>\n

He’s looking up at me.\u00a0 Beautiful, deadly golden eyes beneath brown fur on a short, powerful muzzle.\u00a0 A thick strand of drool hangs from his mouth while his nostrils expand.\u00a0 The light brown skin of his nose darkens into moistened black.\u00a0 I smile at him and spread my legs, pulling my shaft as straight as I can.\u00a0 His return smile is wicked and sharp and I know the beast has him.<\/p>\n

But then he tugs his left arm through the shackle and my heart skips a beat.<\/p>\n

Time seems to slow when I realize that the shackles were made for his other self.\u00a0 I could picture him now, holding the chains until he grew too big to escape the manacles.\u00a0 Holding onto his human side until he knew he was secure.\u00a0 Those just kept him in place; it was the door that contained him.\u00a0 The door I’d just left open.<\/p>\n

“Shit shit shit!” I yell, standing to try to close and lock the door.\u00a0 He’s pulling at his other arm and it’s down over the heel of his padded hand.\u00a0 With his freed hand, he’s slipping clawed fingers under the edge, straining to open it.<\/p>\n

I’m almost to the door but I trip on my pants like a fucking idiot so I roll on the floor while trying to pull them up.\u00a0 When I realize I’m just wasting time, I leave them.\u00a0 I reach the door just as he pulls himself free.\u00a0 For one beautiful moment, the door closes and my fingers brush the heavy bolt that secures it.<\/p>\n

But then my ears are ringing and I’m staring at the ceiling.\u00a0 Something.\u00a0 Something’s not quite right.\u00a0 What was I doing? Shit!<\/em><\/p>\n

I scramble up and then I’m back down again.\u00a0 Russell is above me, pinning me to the ground on my back.\u00a0 He’s got my arms in his claws while he lowers his head to mine.\u00a0 I turn my face and feel his fur against my neck.\u00a0 He’s sniffing me.<\/p>\n

“R- Russell?”\u00a0 I ask.\u00a0 God.\u00a0 I’ve never been more terrified in my life.\u00a0 “Russell, h- hey, it’s- it’s me, Jonathan and-”<\/p>\n

Pain explodes along my body.\u00a0 He’s ripped my shirt off and there are bloody claw marks down my chest.\u00a0 I try to scream but I’m suddenly in the air and then slammed down again and I can’t breathe.\u00a0 I try to push myself up but then he’s growling so I freeze.\u00a0 His massive body blocks out the overhead light and all I can smell is his sweat, fur and a heady musk that seems to permeate his body.<\/p>\n

I try to talk again but a rough hand grips the back of my neck and I wheeze instead.\u00a0 It’s such a familiar move.\u00a0 Just like he does when he’s human.\u00a0 Only now he’s not holding back.\u00a0 It hurts so much.\u00a0 And then none of that matters when I feel his cock against my ass.\u00a0 It’s slick and hot and he’s rubbing it back and forth.\u00a0 I feel the tip brush between my cheeks and suddenly I’m wet, slick with the pre-cum dribbling from his cock.\u00a0 There’s so much of it that’s coating my ass and thighs.<\/p>\n

“Ruh- ruuuuh-” I try to say but his leathery pads clench against my throat and I watch bright white fireworks bloom in my slowly fading vision.<\/p>\n

Russell releases me and I gasp for air, trembling beneath him.\u00a0 I start to wonder if maybe a part of him remembers me and maybe I’ll be okay but then his fat cock pulls back and the tip presses into my asshole.\u00a0 He doesn’t hesitate; he pushes and I scrabble at the ground when his cock pierces my clenched ass.\u00a0 There’s a sharp, stabbing pain and it feels like the first time I ever tried anal.\u00a0 Only worse.\u00a0 Even with his pre-cum providing lubrication, I’m in pain and can barely take the head of his wolf’s dick.<\/p>\n

And still he thrusts.\u00a0 Small little movements in and out while I groan beneath him.\u00a0 His teeth find my shoulder and he bites.\u00a0 God, it almost feels good.\u00a0 Like with the hand around my throat, it’s an oddly familiar move that makes me relax to take more of him inside.\u00a0 My own dick is throbbing beneath me, bouncing with each thrust and I just want to growl and reach back to grab his fur and force myself back-<\/p>\n

Hair is growing from the backs of my hand.<\/p>\n

“Russell!\u00a0 You- Russell!”\u00a0 I gasp, closing my fist.\u00a0 It’s spreading up my arm.\u00a0 I press my forehead to the ground to stare hopelessly as the small hairs begin to thicken, twining together into fur.\u00a0 Fur that then shifts as muscles expand on my lean frame.<\/p>\n

I’m so goddamn hot and my head is buzzing.\u00a0 I feel it in my cheeks and ears as if I were drunk.\u00a0 There’s too much happening and I can’t focus on anything except for the growing pleasure from the way my mate is pressing into me.\u00a0 Pushing up, I lick at his wrists and whine, shoving my widening ass back against him.\u00a0 Crying out in pain when he opens me further.<\/p>\n

My body is growing to accept my mate.\u00a0 Changing me to take all of him.<\/p>\n

Pain, dull and throbbing, blooms in my jaw.\u00a0 Beneath that is a headache building between my throbbing temples.\u00a0 It fades a little when my tight asshole is stretched by Russell’s cock so I pull away and then shove back.\u00a0 Inviting him.\u00a0 Wanting him.\u00a0 Needing him to fuck me and finish me.<\/p>\n

God.\u00a0 Fucking hell.\u00a0 He’s slick with pre-cum and so hot and hard.\u00a0 There’s barely any pain now but he’s so fucking big that he hasn’t even bottomed out.\u00a0 He nips at my lengthening ears and then his rough tongue rasps against the fur beginning to cover my usually clean-shaven face.<\/p>\n

Growling, I grab myself, my biceps bulging when I hold myself up one-handed.\u00a0 I can feel<\/em><\/strong> myself changing.\u00a0 The thick skin of my own sheath flows around my fingers while I grip the base of my cock.\u00a0 My tongue hangs from still-human teeth and I lick my lips, whining while slamming back.\u00a0 A little deeper.\u00a0 His brown belly fur brushes against the short black hairs sprouting from my spine.<\/p>\n

I squeeze myself, feeling the soft, thick skin against the leather pads bulging on my hands.\u00a0 My little claws pierce my palm but I’m stroking myself, using my furry sheath as a masturbatory sleeve.<\/p>\n

Russell pushes and I go down, my hot cheek against the cold ground.\u00a0 I feel my ears sliding against the concrete floor.\u00a0 And then my hand moves.\u00a0 No.\u00a0 Bones are popping all over my back.\u00a0 It hurts but there’s pleasure beneath the pain.\u00a0 My body is lengthening.\u00a0 Growing even bigger than before.\u00a0 Thick with muscle and fur.<\/p>\n

When my lover’s knot touches the back of my thighs, I snap at the ground and growl.\u00a0 It’s.\u00a0 Getting.\u00a0 Harder to think.\u00a0 My legs are trembling behind me.\u00a0 I fall to my stomach, yelping at the pain in my balls but Russell doesn’t stop.\u00a0 He’s speeding up and I’m losing time.\u00a0 Losing myself in the change.\u00a0 My mind staggers at the way he feels inside while his girth and knot presses against my prostate.\u00a0 His pre-cum is drying on the fur that’s grown around my ass and thighs and the scent excites me.\u00a0 It fills my muzzle and my mind until the heat spreading through my body is undeniable.<\/p>\n

“Fuurck!” I growl again.\u00a0 My mouth doesn’t work right and I can’t remember words.\u00a0 He’s got his hand around my spine.\u00a0 No.\u00a0 Something.\u00a0 Something on my back.\u00a0 Tail!\u00a0 He’s gripping it so hard.\u00a0 Holding me in place.\u00a0 Pushing slowly.\u00a0 Fucking pushing.\u00a0 God damn it hurts.\u00a0 His knot is spreading my asshole.\u00a0 Stretching me open.\u00a0 Trying to knot me!<\/p>\n

I snarl and twist and my claws dig into the concrete to provide leverage.\u00a0 I’m still smaller than him but faster.\u00a0 Dextrous.\u00a0 I flip mid-air, landing on my feet while swiping his muzzle.\u00a0 The coppery scent of blood fills the hallway and the wolf inside of me howls in pleasure at marking him.\u00a0 I go to strike him with my other hand but he backhands me almost casually and I slam against the wall.<\/p>\n

Russell is over me before I can blink.\u00a0 His huge hand is tangled in my chest fur and his jaw snaps at my face.\u00a0 I turn, ears down while whining.\u00a0 My jaw- no my entire body seems to vibrate when he growls less than an inch away from me.\u00a0 I shift and squirm and now I know my place.\u00a0 For the moment.\u00a0 To show him I understand, I lick his muzzle eagerly and that calms him enough to stop his growling.<\/p>\n

My mate releases me so I turn and offer myself to him, legs spread, ass up and my thick tail curved over my back.\u00a0 I bite my arm while breathing through my nose when he presses against me again.\u00a0 Bracing myself for the pain to follow, I’m surprised when, instead, I feel his leathery hand against my swollen red cock.\u00a0 He licks my ruff while stroking me slowly.\u00a0 I whimper and reach a clawed hand back to wrap awkwardly around his neck.\u00a0 My eyes flutter, lost to the sensation of his thick paws on my overly sensitive dick combined with the way he’s spreading my ass.<\/p>\n

His breathing is changing.\u00a0 Huffing and growling and groaning above me as I push back harder and harder.\u00a0 His rhythm is erratic now.\u00a0 He lets go of my cock so I grab it instead, roughly masturbating myself while he-<\/p>\n

Hot, thick cum fills my ass.\u00a0 I accidentally dig claws into my dick because he surprises me with it.\u00a0 He’s still going and I feel like I’m going to burst because I’m clenched so tight that none of it is leaking.\u00a0 His teeth on my neck brings me back.\u00a0 I pump myself furiously, so close to release.\u00a0 Whining, licking my thick black lips while grinding deadly fangs until the slanted tip of my wolf dick jerks, spilling my own cum all over the fur on my belly.<\/p>\n

I yelp when Russell pulls out of me.\u00a0 My muscles are weak so I fall to my side and then roll to my back.\u00a0 I’m still cumming.\u00a0 It’s lancing up to my muzzle and chest until my coal black fur is coated in white.<\/p>\n

Above me, Russell is on all fours, walking on hands and feet to rub his still hard cock against my lips.\u00a0 I lap at him, already feeling the need growing within again.\u00a0 It feels like the heat could never be sated.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

My eyes weigh a ton and every muscle in my body aches.\u00a0 I groan and try to sit up.\u00a0 It’s too bright but I quickly adjust to it.<\/p>\n

Destroyed furniture covers the ground, dotted with broken glass and plates. I can smell the dried blood and cum covering my body.\u00a0 I’m spent.\u00a0 Entirely worn out.<\/p>\n

Oh.\u00a0 Oh god.\u00a0 Oh fuck.\u00a0 No, no, no.<\/em><\/p>\n

Russell is naked beside me.\u00a0 He snores and then snorts and rolls to his side on the floor.\u00a0 I just stare at my hands and body, feeling for the subtle changes deep within.\u00a0 The funny thing is, I can’t remember anything beyond following him down the stairs but I know<\/em><\/strong> deep within the core of my being that this is all my fault somehow.<\/p>\n

I stand on wobbly legs while my lover smacks his lips in his sleep.\u00a0 I’m an old hand at this kind of thing already, though.\u00a0 I just need to whip up a special meal of “apology eggs” and bacon.\u00a0 That fixes everything, doesn’t it?\u00a0 And I’m starving<\/em> right now.<\/p>\n

The smell of food fills the air and my boyfriend sits up, scratching his stomach.<\/p>\n

“Babe,” I say with my widest, fakest smile.\u00a0 I already have a plate of food and a completely fabricated but somewhat realistic story ready to go.\u00a0 “You’ll never believe what happened.”<\/p>\n

He’s immediately suspicious so I widen my smile and sit with him amongst the ruin.<\/p>\n

This’ll be so much fun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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