by E M Beastly
"I can still be your romantic lover. I can still be your wife. This spell only works at night in the light of a full moon." she said while trying to calm his quivering body.
"But I am also different. Change was inevitable for me, Nick. Maybe one day you will change too. This is what Rose offered me. There is much more I need to show you but I think we will start with this for now."
"Those... paintings they...they were real then? They...they weren't paintings then?" Nick rambled to himself more than asking the question.
She didn't answer, she didn't need to. She simply held and hugged him. He knew the answer. He just had to come to terms with it.
They sat there like this for a long time in the gathering dark. Nick tried to believe he had witnessed nothing and that his wife was still normal. He wanted to hug and hold her as well. Yet, as his fingers reached around her, he felt that long fur strain through his fingers and he had to recoil.
"Why! Why? I don't understand why?" He cried and then began to bawl while burying his face into her shoulder.
"Was I not good enough?" he moaned.
"You have only ever been the only one good enough. It is why I came home to you, only you. But I had to find something of myself. I wanted to take you with, but you resisted so much. I tried and I tried, but I couldn't make you understand. I knew you wouldn't believe me. I had to show you, but only when I was ready." she kept speaking softly, not letting go of him.
"I don't know, I just don't know," he said sobbing like a child.
"For as rough a ride as this has been, will you not ride it just a bit longer for me? Let me show you that I am sincere," she said before licking away his tears.
Slowly she began to kiss him. He resisted, so she did so carefully and focused more on continuing to lick up his tears. When her lips finally went to his and he stopped fighting so much, he found that for all the changes they were still Olivia's kisses. Sure, there was fur near her lips, and larger teeth in her longer snout, but it was the way she kissed that remained the same.
Nick closed his eyes and tried not to think about these details of change. He focused only on his wife's soothing voice and motions. He was still afraid to touch her in other ways because he feared what he would find. Therefore, she carefully touched him.
Slowly, carefully, she ran her claws down his spine and around his abs. She had to earn his trust and confidence. She backed away anytime he recoiled but did not give up. When he relaxed some, she moved her paws inside his shirt to let him feel their warmth.
The evening stretched into a later hour but still she embraced him. She wouldn't let him go. She is determined to earn her husband's romantic love back. She thought about what she had done and who she had become. She didn't regret it.
She just had to find a way to get Nick to accept her. It was harder than Rose or herself had anticipated.
'Her ways were, perhaps, a bit out of touch. That and she doesn't understand my husband,' she thought to herself.
Never had she had to work so hard to get her husband to touch her arousingly. In the past, she was the one teasingly slapping his hands away, making him earn a night of romantic sex with more kisses. He was also highly skilled in playing with her tits. There was something about the way he touched and held them. He had magic fingers. She didn't let him know he did. She kept the secret to herself. These past months with her time changing with Rose, she had forgotten how much she missed his touch.
His touch made her partly glad he decided to stay the same. His reluctance to touch her also made her feel a bit sorry for her change. He even slapped her paws away from going down into his pants to stroke his cock. Nevertheless, she knew how this game was played. She continued to nuzzle him, kiss him and stroke his body where he had become comfortable with her touch.
For hours they did this, it was the longest they had ever embraced without having sex. The encroaching darkness helped. That, and Nick spent most of the time closing his eyes. He focused solely on the way she touched him. He wanted that constant reminder that this monster was indeed his wife Olivia.
She did not disappoint. As time ticked by, the comforting, gentle embrace she had used to calm him had finally allowed him to become more playful. Nick was beginning to explore her new body. He even managed to find her tits under all her fur. He was happy to find that they were largely unchanged. They were still soft and supple even with the fur, and her nipples just as perky and fun to play with.
To his surprise, he found another pair of breasts just under the first. They were much smaller and less developed. He doubted he would have noticed them if he hadn't been feeling around for them.
He recoiled again but she gently took his hands and rested them on her stomach were these unnatural changes could be found.
"It's ok, though I have changed, it is still me. It's just... more of me," she said trying to lighten up his mood.
Nick opened his eyes. He still couldn't see her well enough in the dark, but he saw enough of her silhouette to make him afraid again.
"But... but this... These changes only happen at night, right?" he stammered.
"Yes, and only during a full moon. You see, everything will be alright," she said still holding his hands up to her breasts.
"I am still your wife. I am still Olivia. I have changed but I can still be the same too. I'll explain more later, but tonight please except me this way. Make love to me this way," she asked so sincerely.
Nick sat quiet again. He didn't know what to say and he didn't want to lose her, not again. He didn't know what had happened or why. Nevertheless, for the time being, she was right. What had happened or why didn't matter. He had her here and now. Regardless of what she had become, she was still his wife, and he loved her.
Therefore, he went back to touching her. He did so cautiously, and he did so carefully because he did not know what else he would find. He let her take the lead. After all, she had months to make up for, and she still had to convince him that she could truly love him in this new form of hers.
She returned to her careful romantic game of touching, kissing and loving him in the dark. She did so for a few more hours until it was well into the witching hour. The moon was high and bright, allowing Nick to see her more clearly as its silvery light filtered through the windows.
Olivia was indeed beautiful, even now while her body wore this deep brown coat of soft fur. Her body was sleek, possessing both a natural grace and feral savagery. Nick couldn't believe what he was doing as he let her touch him.
Her paws went down as he finally let her stroke his cock. Her hands were warm and their movements were familiar. Yet, he could not deny that her new claws sometimes poked and scraped painfully against the loose skin of his shaft.
His cock had yet to become fully erect. She worked carefully to change that, speaking softly and encouragingly in his ear as she did. Her soft voice did more to excite him than her touch. He was glad that her outward changes hadn't affected it.
He brought himself to touch her breasts again and tried to get used to there being more than two. Even with all her fur, the touch did much to arouse him. He didn't understand fully why. Nonetheless, it was enough to give Olivia a reason to move forward.
She was much more eager for his sexual embrace and started to rapidly undress him. Her excitement rose sharply after she felt him stiffen up in her paws. Nick felt she was moving to fast, but when she nuzzled up to his ear and said, 'it's three in the morning,' he blinked in disbelief.
He couldn't imagine they had been at this for so long. Nevertheless, he didn't question her. In fact, that knowledge made him feel better. Whatever had happened to his wife, he was apparently still willing to be with her just as much as she was willing to be with him. It was fitting that they move to the final intimate phase of acceptance. He became more willing to perform this act of coitus regardless of what transformation his wife had gone through.
His wife led the way, nuzzling up close to him so that he could feel her whole furry body on top o
f him. He had to admit, her strange new body was fluffy and warm. Its softness tingled his skin, only adding to the sensual nature of her body. She slid her arms and legs over him just like he was used to before her change. He did not want to admit that her fur helped arouse him even further. Somehow, he was certain she knew through the profound rigidness she found in his cock.
"Do you want to see it go in?" she asked teasingly.
"No," he replied, "maybe during another full moon."
"Then you are ok with this? You can accept me?" she asked eagerly.
"Like you said, you are my wife and I love you."
His answer made her happy and she kissed him long and passionately as she united her body with his.
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